Here I stand between Jesus and the preacher on the block

he’s a mystic for his flock who fan and faint,

he’ll conjure a Saint before the cash rolls in, and

what’s your sin, baby? You cheating too?

I might pay to crash the gate, amp’d for a good fight

or jump into the lime-light for a perfect photo op

now look who is ‘hot’ – and that other word, ‘amazing’

like sheep, all grazing on the slippery slope, baby

Come on, push past the standing line of sludge

you be the judge; I look so ‘fine’ on my page

it’s all the rage, and so, ‘I’m so not gay’ – just

what we say when we got nuthin, baby

Deep tissue creeper to check my 6 with a periscope

that’s no dope; dude, he saw the whole show now

that company cow won’t warm no heart cockles

like shock therapy will – junk food for the soul, baby

Dream big my little squeeze, keep it alive and

Pray for the bees; fill the sink with bleach

then hit your knees and stir the hive. Got no bitch

with the animals, they been around too, baby

Don’t squat on my parade with your Kona dark roast

I hear them boast of the flavor and worship every stain

keeps them sheltered from the rain and the light of day

just agree to what the promo-men say, baby

We just getting old, been on that road so long

different axe, same song; the one nobody believes

until Jesus and that thumper with the shining teeth

shades the door, he don’t hold no light baby, not for me.

Because We Believe! We Must Believe! Halleluiah!

and put it to ya! See you on Sunday right after we sing

throw the dogs in the ring and let them slaughter for a

bet and a dirty dollar, baby, easy money spends fast.

We could build a church, or a new casino, pray for our souls

and a nine spot Kino while the weather channel hums

It’s too hot in the valley, too dry out west, too dirty

low down to wait for the rest, baby.