the master narrative of secularization

Daddy said we’re gonna have to get this boy
Out of this place
It’s bound to sap his strength
People have fun here and I think that they should
But nobody from here ever come to no good
They gonna pickle him in brandy
And tell him that he’s saved
Throw firecrackers around his grave
He drove us down to the airport
And flew us back to L.A.
And that was the end of my baby days

— Randy Newman, “New Orleans Wins the War”