Give me a reason
To fear an old man
Who makes a cross
With a crippled hand

Don't think your prayers
Will save my soul
Damned as it seems
I am quite fine

Your rosary lips
Screech words of wrath
Torture by your God
Who is all merciful

The crimson tears
Cried by the Virgin
Didn't make a baby,
Aren't worth a damn

Tapered candles aglow
Flicker as the water drips
Upon the infants head
I like it when they cry

If you think
I am damned
If you believe that,
I don't care

If you think that
I will burst into flames
Drop your petty crucifix
And run like hell.