Pawn shop guns
And fear factor reruns
For every secular jew
And every christian tattoo
Tried to shake the quake
But i lost my religion
Need a couple drinks just to
Make that incision
And i won't sew my clothes
Mary, mother of god, she knows
Just ask my wife for proof
They look better new
You've seen my boots
You know i keep them pretty clean
But i'm saving my machine
For the war
I'll count the days
'Til i can count the hours down
Until his fever melts the crown
My father wears
And i will see the light
And i will find the one true way
Your crucifix is crooked
Come close while i unhook it
I won't sew my clothes
Mary, mother of god, she knows
Just ask my wife for proof
They look better new