Goody fuckin’ two shoes,
what ‘n the hell am I supposed to do with that?
I’ve been high ‘n drunk,
‘n fucked people for no reason but because I could,
‘n you’re over here talkin’ about how you’re babysittin’ for your church.
we work at a god damned liquor store.
I’ve done just sort of thousand dollar sales,
shillin’ vice like Midas shills lies ‘n excuses.
But I can’t help that I’m scared of your convictions,
it ain’t your fault,
but I seen signs ‘n heard chants,
‘n known hatred like you wouldn’t believe,
‘n I can’t help but think you would agree with them,
if you knew the kind of shit I rub myself off to.
but he’s smilin’, he’s smilin’ ‘n gruntin’ ‘n satisfied,
so it can’t be all bad.
