Tiziano Lugli just released at his website a new version of the “Blown for Good” rap that he and Marc Headley (author of the book Blown For Good) conceived and recorded.
When we were in Los Angeles, Tiziano played for us a version of the song that featured several ex-Scientologists, including Nazanin Boniadi, who was once “auditioned” by the Church of Scientology to be Tom Cruise’s girlfriend.
We videotaped Tiziano playing that song back, and it is now circling the globe on the Internet.
But Tiziano wanted to get an actual audio clip out with better quality than could be heard on our flip cam video, and he assembled a new version that features Marc Headley along with Marty Rathbun, Mike Rinder, and Jamie Lugli.
Here are the lyrics, each section of which was written by the person performing….
TIZIANO LUGLI
This goes out to all the prisoners out there
Who forgot what real freedom is all about
MARC HEADLEY
I used to work
At this crazy place
Most people knew it as the secret Int Base
It was the top of the top
No way to get any higher
Some called it Heat City
Because it was hotter than fire
There was this crazy guy
That ran the whole scene
He was vulgar as hell
He beats people up
And smacks them around
Because the midget don’t like
When you stand your ground
Tommy Davis said we had it
All oh-so-nice
Golf, picnics, and pools in paradise
Hundred-hour weeks,
Beatings, beans, and rice
Seriously, Tommy, are you smoking ice?
If you knew what I know
And I know you would
You would do what I did
You’d be blown for good
JAMIE LUGLI
I was just a simple girl
Dealing with life
When you painted a picture
Of perfect paradise
So I did your Bridge, not once but twice
A couple of hundred gees
So you could live a life of luxury
Surrounded by celebrities…
But we all know how it is
This ain’t no road to freedom
It’s a blind alley, like Kirstie Alley
Travolta, and Cruise, but we ain’t no fools
TIZIANO LUGLI
As we walk through the valley
Of the shadows of our debt
Credit credits to the limit
For your fucking stats
You portray a facade
So fake and obscure
Man, grow up, get a life
Be a little mature
MARC HEADLEY
If you knew what I know
And I know you would
You would do what I did
You’d be blown for good
MARTY RATHBUN
When you think your own mind
And begin to speak back
They put you under ex-pig
Surveillance attack
Private eyes, and unmarked cars
Black PR, reputation mars
But at the end of the day
It don’t mean jack
When you’re chilling and sipping
Iced tea at the shack
You see the little dictator
Ain’t nothing but a hack
Or like Kobe says
‘You can’t guard me, Jack’
MARC HEADLEY
If you knew what I know
And I know you would
You would do what I did
You’d be blown for good
MIKE RINDER
Scientology’s being toasted
By a midget with a blowtorch
Pretender to the throne
He’s just a big ass pain in the zorch
He says it was just
The blind leading the blind
Truth is, he’s a criminal
Twisting your mind
‘Cause freedom’s no longer yours or mine,
You can only think for yourself
If you toe the party line
Dave and his BFF, little Tom
These half two men
Think they’re really the bomb
But I couldn’t take their shit no more
So I said, ‘Fuck you’
I walked out the door
JAIME LUGLI
If you knew what I know
And I know you would
You would do what I did
You’d be blown for good
