Charles Hamilton - Catholic Guitarist lyrics

(Verse 1) No, I haven't showered Come as you are I've been praying, laying under the stars No wonder I'm far My hunger got my stomach so hard When I sh** it's like thunder and gwar I'm a ra-tard.... I black like Zack, my pun is bizarre I really just want a guitar Acoustic.. My wishes only come true in my music So to my love, I'm sorry I'm so abusive Hitchhiking Shooting up in a Buick Staying down, shake it down Saying "do it" Memories of my momma saying I'm useless Mental torture and still forced to use lips Then I torture and k** more than my two lips Get it more when I'm in a morgue for some cool sh** Venom jaws "Isn't Charles on some new sh**?" Screw this - Eric Cartman I'm moving (Hook) I can wonder why, but I know you hate me, it's fine It's cool I don't want to die, but the love created me, it's fine It's cool I'm just a dirty white boy I'm just a dirty white boy I'm just a dirty white boy Waiting for the pearly gates to take me right back (Verse 2) Same sweatsocks for a year and some change My songs are my thoughts so you're hearing deranged The fear of the strange has me hearing my brain Faith in suicide but fearing the pain Pissed that gay and queer is the same I hate Frank Ocean Here is the drain And the h*mo-a** thoughts that peer in my brain Has me standing right the motherf**ing here looking strange Dearly estranged I clearly refrain from hearing your name I want my soul smeared with a chain I pick up my acoustic and I smile at the thoughts I shared Psychically, because they're too raw to share The piano is too heavy to travel with And the pain I channel Is too heavy to battle with No Coke, I am the heaviest accident You met me when heaven accepted me as their ba*tard kid (Hook) (Bridge) All this pain I give to you, O Lord My scars, my pain, I give it to you, O Lord I know my role, my job I may not touch your robe If I die before I wake, please let me know So I can know (Hook)