Saints cross the street when I’m coming down the block,
Priests clutch their pearls, mothers triple-lock,
Got a crucifix burn where I kissed her neck,
And every Bible in town’s missing pages.. I wrecked
Confession booth’s (out of order),
I pissed in the holy water,
The choirboys went hoarse trying to pray me away,
But I light up the altar anyway.
They tried to drown me in guilt, said I’d never be saved,
But I learned all my best sins from the saints they enslaved,
Rosaries snap when they touch my skin,
I fucked up their heaven and came back grinning—
Baptized in whiskey and back alley sweat,
Every “amen” just makes me harder to forget,
I kicked down the gates, I spit on the throne,
Gave their angels a show, made the devil moan.
Stigmata scars, mouth full of blasphemy,
I laugh as they curse, can’t you see—
Every scar’s a medal, every bruise a prayer,
If there’s a God, he’s too scared to care.
Fucking holy, down on my knees,
Worship the filth, get off on disease,
Sanctified bastard, grace in my spit,
Pissing on commandments, never gonna quit,
Fucking holy, crowned in sin,
The more you hate me, the more I win.
They write me off in sermons, I scribble back in blood,
Crack open their scriptures and roll ’em up for fun,
My congregation’s tattooed, wasted, and wild,
We turn confession to a gangbang and heaven to a trial—
Take your forgiveness, shove it where you bleed,
I only kneel when it’s someone else’s need,
I’m the blessing and the plague, the flesh and the fear,
Fuck your redemption—I’m already here.
Let ’em wail, let ’em plead, let ’em choke on their psalms,
I’ll fuck on their altar, I’ll laugh as it bombs,
No pearly gates for a bastard like me,
But the pit’s got music and the drinks are free.