Vulcanize the whoopee stick

In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch

With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax

In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch

With the boink swatter

Marinate the nether rod

In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog

With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone

In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove

With the pork steeple

You're wrong about virtues of Christianity

And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity

If you think that pride is about nationality, you're wrong

You're wrong when you imprison people turning tricks

And you're wrong about trickle down economics

If you think that punk rock doesn't mix with politics, you're wrong

You're wrong for hating queers and eating steers

If you kill for the thrill of the hunt

You're wrong 'bout wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter

Cause she's a cunted cunt

You're wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day

And You're wrong if you think there will be a Judgement Day

If you're a charter member of the NRA, you're wrong

You're wrong if you support capital punishment

And you're wrong if you don't question your government

If you think her reproductive rights are inconsequent, you're wrong

You're wrong fighting Jihad, your blind faith in God

Your religions are all flawed,

You're wrong about drug use, when its not abuse

I hope you never reproduce

You're getting high on the downlow

A victim of Cointelpro

You're wrong and will probably never know

...Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again

So what did you do those three days you were dead?

Because this problem's gonna last

More than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die

I’m a little bit scared of what comes after

Do I get the gold chariot

Do I float through the ceiling

Do I divide and fall apart

Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark

This ship went down in sight of land

And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you'll come in the night like a thief

But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique

I know you think that I’m someone you can trust

But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up

So do you think that we could work out a psalm

So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

I know you'll come for the people like me

But we all got wood and nails,

And talk dirt at hating factories

But, we all got wood and nails

And talk dirt at hating factories

Yeah, we all got wood and nails

And we sleep inside of this machine...

Her Eyes Say Yes, But The Restraining Order Says No