Don’t be afraid
Because the money you make
Will buy back your soul
I’d sell you mine
If I still had one of my own
It was paper mache
You caked it with clay
It cracked in the kiln
And all she shreddings burned away and went home
The less that you say
The less you’ll have to take away
Home
She sucks the last drag
Off of your last jack
Ginger tits
Newport lips
Orchid honey hips
The beach
Sympathy only goes so far
Empathy is just depressing
Why’d you wanna help me get home
Don’t shave your head
Because religion is dead
The pious are red
But don’t grow a beard
Because the end is never near
And death isn’t real
Your mourning the new day
It’s a test
Pass or fail
Either way eternal life’s home