The preacher at the Port Authority He's yelling at me to repent Is my Catholic school uniform Not good enough for him? I didn't think Jesus would come to me Smelling like piss left on the city streets I didn't ask what you think of me It's too early for this, leave me be Wear my heart on my sleeve Stained red from box hair dye And the subway platform shakes beneath my feet And I see hell on the other side I didn't think Jesus would come to me Smelling like piss left on the city streets I didn't ask what you think of me It's too early for this, leave me be Stand clear of the closing doors Stand clear, the end is near Stand clear of the closing doors Stand clear I didn't think Jesus would come to me Smelling like piss left on the city streets I didn't ask what you think of me It's too early for this, leave me be