I read on mothers Sunday
they'll resurrect the dead
Watch for white horses coming
was what the salesman said
Fat man behind the rectory
smokes with an evil grin
He thinks that his thin green money
will get his fat ass in
"Repent your evil doings,
before your killed by hate"
Harsh words for dirty shot sleeves,
hands in the offering plate
What's this, your resurrection?
What's this, your threat of peace?
Forced vengeance on the wicked,
where can I buy a piece?
Number one fallen angel?
I've lost my back door key
This book's a piece of paper
and it can't find hell in me
I saw the legs of Dana
black shoes on soft white skin
Childish and primal yearnings
they brought my father in
"Admit to what?" I asked them
"I have done nothing wrong"
Three hits of love called anger,
from some man twice as strong
Spare rod and spoil the child,
that was their logic's fate
Beat into blind submission,
silenced by fear of hate