Eleven
(Written by Johannes Schneeberg)

Well, did you hear ’bout the Evil Eleven?
Yeah, you better start prayin’ to heaven
‘Cause there ain’t no omni-benevolence
Only a whole lotta malevolence

I saw ‘em once, knockin’ my door
Dressed like saints, but rotten to the core
Now I believe—oh, sweet salvation!
Holy hell, I’m in convulsions!

(No, no, no, no!)
“So redundant!” they say
“Preposterous? No way!”
Well, come on, we’ll show ‘em to you
Oh, they exist, baby—it’s true!

A force of all good? Oh yeah, that’s rich
Just another trick, another switch
Go on, be good—it’s all for the show
Play the game, keep the system in tow

Dear old Saint Dick the Fourth
Show ‘em all what morality’s worth
And dear old Six… Six… Six…
The inferno’s so, so frightful

[Psychedelic guitar solo]

(No, no, no, no!)
“So redundant!” they say
“Preposterous? No way!”
Well, come on, we’ll show ‘em to you
Oh, they exist, baby—it’s true!

Well, I heard ‘bout the Evil Eleven
And no, they ain’t steppin’ into heaven
The worst of the worst, the rotten, the bold
Worshipped by hard men, feared by the old

Lay at their feet, oh, giants beware
Best lads since Jesus got some fresh air

Frankie Sinatra—yeah, they say he was in
A little less swing, a little more sin
Churches condemned ‘em, prisons contained ‘em
But still, every kid on the block wanted to be ‘em

[Psychedelic guitar solo]

The cops came knockin’ on Christmas Eve
But who’s foolin’ who? They got up their sleeve

And someone once whispered
“They just wanna be free”
Yeah, free from their crimes
And their own misery

Now heaven, well, that seemed outta reach
But God had a lesson he needed to teach

He looked down and said, “Here’s your fate”
“Learn my Eleven, or you’ll never escape”

Do not break Eleven Commandments
Break even one, and you’re off the pavement

©️ Johannes Schneeberg