Deadbeat Jesus

Open my eyes Just wishing for a suicide Another way to cope But the fact I want to fucking die Nothing ever seems to go my way anymore I'm bored with life I want to watch it all burn And that's where you realize There's was nothing left to live for Life's a motherfucking bore I'm sure I'm going to find another whore To dictate every little aspect of who I am Praise your Jesus Raise your fist in hate I don't care I just want to see it all go down Until there's nothing left but the bottom To look forward to We ain't got no masters. We ain't got no cleansing tide Our world is twisted I wanna see the anti-Christ arise Because God don't cut it no more I never asked you to die for me You won't speak anymore hate on behalf of me For God so loved the world He gave us opiate addiction and suicide And rape of children Oh yes, he's a glorious bastard He's a father we can all be proud of Daddy of the year No child support But we pay taxes Yes indeed gotta feed the pious machine Jesus on the triple beam Cause Saint Peter looked at you and me and said "That's twenty for a hit" He'll get you just high enough to talk to Jesus But I can't promise you'll live Well the kingdom is heaven sent But I can't afford my rent It's seems that everybody needs a fix The inflation have you seen it Oh glory be to god of poverty That's the Judaeo American Christian way Oh yes Hallelujah We're all going broke But we still have dope I commit atrocities But I still pay tithes on Sunday I commit so many heresies But I tell you your life's a fallacy Above your eyes To vacant skies No last goodbye Only poisoned rites