too tired for a title.

People selling their souls for some gold
Excuse is the recession plus the church is a joke
We all know if he’s up there he’s having a laugh
Washing down prayers with whiskey
In a bubbling bath
Doesn’t take much
To do the math
Nothing counts
Once you’ve taken too many steps back
Nothing counts
Once you’ve let them take all you have
So tell me, are you packing for heaven or hell?
Have you decided whether to obey or rebel?
Will you wear white wool and tread on to tradition?
Or will you fuck fate and throw ammunition?
Thieves running the country
And one big myth running the herd
But some big bang is coming
And the world will be cured
See the universe is expanding
Someday we’ll explode
Or jesus Christ will come back
And we will kiss his toes
I would kiss his toes
And have one thing to say
"Holy shit I always thought you were fake."