Young Disciple Songtext
von Missing Andy

His dad was an atheist
His mum was a catholic
Kind of confused him, he was a religious dyslexic
So he thought he'd find his own way
Make his own connections
Sat staring at the bingo hall for hours until he realised mecca was in the other direction
Whilst he was sitting there he met a rasta
Said smoke some of this son, it'll definately get you there faster
(coughs)
He also tried voodoo
He was told it would improve you
But that didn't work out something about playing with dolls


I am a dedicated follower, and I will follow ya
I've got a lot of faith
Yeah i'm tryna be a saint, but i've gotta find a way, till i'm summoned to a higher place
He was a young, young disciple
and every belief that he could believe in
A young, young disciple
Well he tried whatever
He was a young, young disciple
whatever he tried he ended up believing
A young, young disciple
Well he tried whatever
He liked reincarnation