Hey, I'm no goddamned agnostic
And I clutch my chains to here
This rubbing, burning rope sensation
Taste my acid little fear

Give me your thesis, he states
We'll drink a little wine
And after all the puking's done
we'll label it a good time

From geek to chic
So bleet the sheep
So sweet is the cretin, how loud his name
Crusted with dust and wickedly lame
Love and oppression are one and the same