Black Jesus on a burning cross Even nuns getting splashed by filth at bus stops Under a moon and a veil Skin splinters out of its jail Where worship deceases its crud Dead dogs under tires and mud Sunday morning I'm going to lie Sunday morning sorrow will die Comets bleeding through black holes of crime Comets falling from God's holy sky Who will fuck when all these people are gone? I would smash the face of the world Just smashing the face of the world Sneak little boys, sneak little girls All children wrath hard in divorce Yet they still aspire to wed While the ring is stuck on your finger You're sucking the head in a bed I couldn't care less what I say I couldn't care less of your friends I'm tired of trying to write Everything's already been said Feed me hard, skin me dead as a cat Who will fuck when the people are gone? Ape