baby hate
pig face
careful not to step on Jesus
offense taken
belts strapped to a faggot named Jason
Oh such words from man-made tongues
You strum the guitar like a fool so dumb
but stand there naked and we all will see that each is a part of the damned thing ME

And if you stand at the beach near six o’clock
and turn your hand to bear the sun
will it be the end of your day
or will you skip hop and play your way to being gay
Happy and loving and know it doesn’t matter
Help your friends and destroy the pitter-patter
Little feets come running a new generation begins
Don’t let them hate like I do
Let them love you till your old and gray and smell like it wasn’t your day
and even me this vengeful cynic of man
The worst one of all lest ye be damned


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