I could not stay, I was pierced by your modern way
Woman took me in weight
But virture's gonna get me out

If irreverence is in your line
Honey, I couldn't blame you for that
No, but your family thinks I'm alright
When you stab me like God
Stab me like Old-testament God
They pray for me, and I know they do
Because I think I feel God sometimes

Monster in the closet calls, "Come here"
But my ears were full of blood
And iron from your metal words
Who put me in my place

You could come into my house
You never talk about divinity
Bring hell to my walls
I think you need to go home
You stain the pulpit with whiskey
You're spitting blood on my shoes
I bet you think you've got it bad
Well I don't think you've got it bad
I'm sick of fending your fangs
You had it out for me
You had it out for me
Oh why the hell you want me?
Oh why the hell you want me?