~here's the church here's the steeple this is how we fuck the people~
Sunday mornings
Dress up nice
For God's sake, kids
Please act right
Mommy teaches
Sunday school
Spouting verses
Like a fool
Oh so nice
To other kids
I won't tell them
What you did
Last tuesday when
You screamed so loud
And kicked my brother
To the ground
Or friday when
You got so drunk
And gave me pills
And other junk
Or maybe they
Would like to see
The pictures that
You take of me
But Mommy teaches
Sunday school
She must be nice
And neat and cool
Now Daddy, he's
A deacon, see
And goes to church
So faithfully
Oh so nice,
And gentle too
I won't tell them
What you do
When mommy is
Too drunk to "play"
You get your jollies
Other ways
Like thursday when
You were so pissed
And smashed my brother
With your fist
Or maybe they
Would like to see
Just what you did
With sis and me
You said: "I'll get
Them tucked in bed"
But you had come
To fuck instead
The list goes on
It's sad but true
You even gave
The dog a screw
But Daddy, he's
A deacon, see
He must be good
And kind and sweet
Sunday mornings,
Dress up nice
For Christ's sake, God
"Act" is right.
~burn the church and use the steeple, to hang those fucking stupid people~