holy smokes father, black suit white collar
kiddie porn dungeon guns and 3 fingers for your daughters
caught belly up, antique Nazi paraphernalia,
cannot pay your bills with holy water and hail Mary luck
shucks fucker enjoy the alcatraz shower fun
and mommy's madam cliche generation X agnostic front
it ate the nifty fate the nineteen fifty eight
before the new new testament approved alter boy fisting rape
and take me to your leader long as he don't manipulate toddler beaver
call me crazy but i bet that wasn't gods demeanor
sodameter peaking
and on long island was Jesus and every weekend
spoon fed to appease a traditional upbringing of a middle Pennsylvenia shit hole
where elders movements stressed a stellar therapeutic bible cycle
one church with the bait and tackle stored next door and not much more,
so the two moved to New York made babies raised on what they'd saw
christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy
but immaculate conception came second to playful goodies
like laser tag was way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags
and manger statues as long as Santa ate the cookies
Grandma was a saint to paint with snakes and bullies
said "if only you memorized your prayers like you did your cool G's"
see by the time i was old enough to know what religion was
i was catholicism numb and truly didnt give a FUCK
94' moved out the crib and ain't seen a steeple since
what knievell evil seeks in christian leaders pitch
to priests who lap slap with parental advisory warnings
ill be auditioning gods in my office on Monday morning
