I pray to the lord and I swear it's true
That I'm never gunna ever end up like you
And once you're done slinging mud I'm gunna tell you
Well a worm never tried to look me in the eye
And a dog never tires of trying to make you smile
But since you're so good at digging holes, might have to bury you
There is nothing you can do
There is nothing you can say
We are only pa**ing through
We are cold and cast away
So when you wake up late and your ego's stung
I'm still the f*ggot Christ with the acid tongue
I've got blood on my shirt from the heart on my sleeve
And a mouth so full of sh** that I can barely breathe
So chew on that for a while and get back to me
There is no return to satisfaction
Until I rain on your parade
Oh! Oh!