Song Demo: “Dogmatised Opinions”

Here’s a tune about a wager with the Devil over the nature of God and the meaning of existence. All the singer has to do to get everything he wants and not sell his soul to the Devil is to correctly answer a simple question: Is it Krishna, Marx, Mohammed, Buddha, Jesus Christ or Zeus?





Song Demo

“Dogmatised Opinions”

© Skeptico Music–BMI

Scotty and the Skeptics



Well I was gettin’ down the road

Been broke for quite a spell

When I came across the Devil

Down by the wishin’ well

He said Hey boy come lemme sell ya’

I got a deal you can’t refuse

I’m gonna’ solve all your problems

Gonna’ end your worldly blues.


He said Now I can get ya money

Get ya’ power, get ya’ fame

I can get any woman you want

To beg down and cry your name

Yeah I can get you all you ask for

And all you gotta do

Is kick back and enjoy it

And quit lookin’ for the truth.


I said Well hey there Mr. Devil

Maybe I can be sold

‘Cause harps, halos, and streets o’ gold

Must get pretty old

But I think I’ll take my chances

I’m gettin’ closer to the truth

And I’m gonna find some answers

Before I sell out to you.


He said Well boy then lemme bet ya’

I get your soul if you don’t win

But if I lose you get everything you want

And I’ll overlook all o’ your sins

It’s just a friendly little wager

But the truth you must deduce

Is it Krishna, Marx, Mohammed,

Buddha, Jesus Christ, or Zeus?


I said You got a deal Mr. Devil

Shook his hand and tried to think

Then I said Let’s head on into town

I’m gonna’ buy you a drink

I’m gonna’ answer by example

‘Cause in my own personal view

The only thing makes any sense

Is the good old Golden Rule.


Yeah, it’s those dogmatised opinions

Draggin’ down Humankind

Keepin’ people in their places

Stickin’ dogma in their lives

Like in the Middle East and Ireland

They all got God on their side

And they justify their killin’

They say God says it’s all right.


The Devil said That ain’t no answer boy

And he pointed down the well

Then he said I’ll cast your ass down there

If you try to renege on our deal

I’ll get your soul and you’ll get nothin’

So your stallin’ ain’t no use

You gottat tell me, Is it Krishna, Marx, Mohammed,

Buddha, Jesus Christ, or Zeus?


I said Now just a minute Mr. Devil

No single answer’s right

I mean what kind o’ God needs adulation

To help Him sleep at night

God’s gotta be more than fair

And there’s no limit to God’s love

So the answer Mr. Devil

Must be all, or none, of Thee above.


Yeah it ain’t some dogmatised opinion

Gonna’ get us any higher

And it ain’t no fancy ritual

Gonna’ save us from no fire

And it ain’t some two-faced TV preacher

Who swears he’s so damned right

Sayin’ God forgives the sinner

So capital punishment is quite all right


I say the Lord doesn’t make distinctions

Between the Christians and the Jews,

Moslems, commies, Moonies,

Buddhists, or Hindus

We’re all in this together

We all got the Golden Rule

To do unto others

As you’d have ’em do to you.


Yeah seems every dogmatised opinion

Says the others are made o’ lies

They all got different notions

’Bout what it’s like in paradise

They say the only way to get there

Is to follow their advice

Or their god he will destroy you

If you don’t agree they’re right.


I say we’re all in this together

We all lose or we all win

And as sure as we’re here today

We’re gonna’ be born again

We’re all in this together

We all got the Golden Rule

To make the world a better place

To be born back into.


Well the Devil scowled and stomped his hoof

And sealed up the wishin’ well

Then he said he’d had his fingers crossed

When we shook hands on our deal

He wouldn’t gimme any satisfaction

Wouldn’t even tell me if I was right

He just said, Boy you been cheatin’

And I’ll get you back good

Next time.


“Dogmatized Opinions”

Scotty and the Skeptics

© Skeptico Music–BMI