“Then the Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to live alone. I will make a suitable companion to help him.”
Genesis 2:18
“Then the Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to live alone. I will make a suitable companion to help him.”
Genesis 2:18
Alabama State Preaching Champion 2005 & 2010.
Self-proclaimed Saviour and the leader of this new religious revolution.
Privately described as “morally flexible”, cross his palm with silver and he’ll forgive just about anything.
Brimming with dedication to bring some salvation to this nation.
A lover of fancy shoes and obscure holy phrases such as“Look at my shoes! I put the Sole in Soul Music!” & “A Preacher’s gotta earn a dollar there’s a reason Jesus was a prophet not a deficit!”
Weapon: Vocals and Dance Moves
2007-present Tri-State Arm Wrestling Champion.
Trashy and rude and quite regularly nude, if Hulk Hogan and Dolly Parton had a kid and raised it in a trailer park, you might have something akin to Sister Mary Lou.
Leader of The Hail Marys, she has a point to prove and a shotgun hidden in her beehive FOR ANYONE WHO WON’T LISTEN TO IT!
WEAPON: VOCALS
Her hips are hypnotic, her vocals are insane
She puts the ‘ass’ in classy, and the cava in champagne
Diamontes are her diamonds
All the sinners know her name,
Give it up Mother Fuckers
And say amen for Mary Jane!
Weapon: Vocals and Dance Moves
This cheerleading champ has more energy than Thomas Edison's ballbag.
More hype than a crack pipe
More pep than a volleyball net
She exists on a strict diet of sweet cotton candy
And her soul is more pure than mahatma Ghandi!
Cross a duracell bunny with homemade lemonade
And find sister Mary Joy, on her holy crusade!
WEAPON: ORGAN
MORGAN!
He’s weird, he’s strange, he’s possibly insane, but folks around the world have fallen in love with this feral man-child called Morgan.
Cursed with the social skills of a wild woodland mammal but blessed with the musical prowess of a classical prodigy, only time will tell if we are ever to truly understand Morgan the Organ.
Weapon: bass guitar
Incredible balls.
A lifetime of low-frequency funk jams has left T Dubya almost totally deaf, but his curse became a blessing as he has now learnt to communicate with the world through his beloved bass guitar.
In the language known as bass-solo “bow-pa-doh” means “praise the mother fuckin’ lord”...I think… it’s either that or “stop the tour bus I need the toilet”
Weapon: Lead Guitar
He met the devil at a crossroads and made a secret pact
Swapped his name for a blues guitar and some said that was that
But though he now strummed like lightning, people never knew his name, until the Reverend Alabama baptised him and the pied piper he became.
Weapon: Saxomaphone
Like a hairy magpie he loves shiny metal.
Will polish anything for a dollar.
Restricted by court order from playing ‘careless whisper’ in/around Hampstead Heath public lavatories.
WEAPON: TRUMPET
Excellent at breathing for long periods down metal tubing.
We found him in the desert, drinking mescal, smoking grass
Spouting prophecies and visions he swore would come to pass
Who was this freaky friar, blowing fanfares full of sass?
“I’m Jericho Josh fool! I’ll put some brass inside your ass.”
Fair enough, you’re in the band.