The Casket Raped The Rosary

V1.

Morrow, child, has come and gone,

And waking will demand,

To sit up in your coffin bed,

With your hobbled ankles stand.

Losing faith with cigarettes,

Held dearer than your womb,

The cancerous rebellion flat,

Of a melodic teenage tomb.

V2.

You masturbate to Jesus Christ,

Pinned down by Sunday Mass,

The masochistic bliss of hate,

So condemned to being crass.

The tearing sound of misery,

Is a striking organ chord,

And adolescent angst she said,

Would shame the mighty Lord.

CHORUS:

But in this house of mice and men,

Oh in this house of God,

She wrote you down as Punk-Ass Queen,

Let the mourners all applaud.

Stand up!

The casket raped the rosary,

Death slit the throat of grace,

You'll die a fickle anarchist,

The naughty waste of space

Lie down, lie down

V3.

Ruined by this liberation

Undone by what you've wrought

A road into the barren lands

Where you've forsaken all they'd taught

'Save me, lover' you implore the sky

Yet in their beds they have been laid

An orgy of the teenage lost prophet

Far misled and then betrayed

V4.

Abandon all your petty friends

And their flirtations with superficiality

Transmutation to capricious mutineer

Embrace maladjusted originality

With helpful acid inside the nose

The extremist is quite well-endowed

To fill your skull with patterned lights

And wrap your rebellion in a shroud.

CHORUS:

But in this house of mice and men,

Oh in this house of God,

She wrote you down as Punk-Ass Queen,

Let the mourners all applaud.

Stand up!

The casket raped the rosary,

Death slit the throat of grace,

You'll die a fickle anarchist,

The naughty waste of space

Lie down, lie down

Lie down.

Lie down.

They'll fucking strike you down.