As the host laid the table, this is what she said
The son was crucified and you might be as well
I told her I could never love a god who threatens and cajoles
He will never be my boss
Lonely at the drop
Skinny and confused
It must get lonely on that cross
I mean shit you've paid your dues
It must be hard to reconcile it with the larceny in your soul
You will never be my boss, never be my boss
You have the right to remain everybody said you died in vain
A sad and permanent solution to a temporary problem
While we're down here trying to make some sense of the seismic
devastation
You will never be my boss, it must get lonely at the drop
You have the right to remain everybody said you died in vain
A sad and permanent solution to a temporary problem
While we're down here trying to make some sense of the seismic
devastation
It must get lonely at the drop, I hope you weren't lonely at the
drop