Black Jesus on a burning cross
Even nuns getting splashed by filth at bus stops
Under a moon and a veil
Skin splinters out of its jail
Where worship deceases its crud
Dead dogs under tires and mud
Sunday morning I'm going to lie
"Sunday morning sorrow will die."
Comets bleeding through black holes of crime
Comets falling from gods holy sky
Who will fuck when all these people are gone?
I would smash the face of the world
Just smashing the face of the world
Sneak little boys
Sneak little girls
All children wrath hard in divorce
Yet they still aspire to wed
While the ring is stuck on your finger
Your sucking the head in a bed
I couldn't care less what I say
I couldn't care less of your friends
I'm tired of trying to write
Everything's already been said
Feed me hard
Skin me dead as a cat
Who will fuck when the people are gone?
