Ignorance is Bliss

When Jesus saw the pain
Of the things done in his name
He packed his suitcase and his golf clubs
Filled his pockets full of grain
He said, to hell with all of this
Then he blew a farewell kiss
To be all knowing is quite stressful
While ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Straight from the video store
Billy’s marching off to war
I heard they called our Lady Liberty
A greasy little whore
Well the market’s on the boil
We’re down a couple quarts of oil
The President’s reacting
Like an old near-sighted motel
I’ll see you on the other side
As our heads implode from blind pride
Try to remember these words
Ignorance is bliss
Try to remember this
Ignorance is bliss