The Butter and Margarine Blues 

Verse 1
I sat at the table, hungry as can be,
Two spreads were waitin’, one fake, one free.
Golden butter from Heaven, rich, pure, and true,
Plastic margarine smilin’, in a state-issued hue.

Chorus
Give me butter, Lord, not that margarine!
Grace on my bread, not a legal machine.
Crown of Christ or a clown-hat scheme—
I’ll take the butter and the Revelation dream. 

Verse 2
The salesman he shouted, “This margarine’s the best!
It’s licensed and taxed, it’ll pass every test.
It’s cheap and it’s easy, just swallow the brand,
Sign here with your surname, you’ll serve the great land.”

Chorus
 Give me butter, Lord, not that margarine!
Grace on my bread, not a legal machine.
Crown of Christ or a clown-hat scheme—
I’ll take the butter and the Revelation dream. 

Bridge
That margarine melts like a lie in the sun,
While butter keeps standin’, the race has been won.
A crown that is shining or a hat made of foam—
One takes you to Zion, the other’s Rome.

Final Chorus
 Give me butter, Lord, not that margarine!
Grace on my bread, not a plastic regime.
Imperial crown or a dummy disguise—
I’ll take free grace and the truth that never dies!