Satan is the man downstairs
In the living room
Watching Fox News on TV
And forgetting who he is
The son of Satan is upstairs
In his bedroom
Holding a blade to his throat
Forgive me for I have sinned
Forgive me for I have sinned
For I carry the blood of a man who has forgotten
his humanity
Forgive me for I have sinned
I am a monetary waste
I am my own family's disgrace
Please forgive me for I have sinned
The only regret I have is not being blind like you
The only regret I have is not being blind for you
The only regret I have is not being blind with you
I was driving my mothers war machine
on the streets made for horses feet
when I realized that it doesn't matter
what street you're on or what state you're in
'cause the road kill always looks the same
and our problems, they won't matter in the end
but that doesn't make them go away
just like you and me
we won't matter but we're here for the long haul
so I think we should just get out of the car
and on to our feet
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