I am on the catapult
Through the maze and down the chute
Everything seems tame
On your haunted tales I write
This woman's curse that always hide
Everything from me
They always hide
My work here is browse you have
The way they all make your face look mad
Every single way
There is nothing for you to quote
Like all the times you never wrote
Stuttered on and on
You were so on
No beads or rosaries
Will make the morning pa**
Not on your bended knee
Will you be saved at last