i thought that we were through this
i thought i had learned
when will i learn to love?
when can i stop being afraid?
can i stop being fearful now?
since i never bother about eggshells,
since i'm going to just walk the fuck over them
anyway
how come everyday i tremble
since it doesn't matter if you fuck up, since you
resurrect from fucking up
how come i'm scsred to do it? waiting to be
punished from it
how come, even though i rebel, everyday against the voice
of capitalistic jesus, i still can't free us, free myself
from his voice
but jesus was a fuck up
he was a jewish muck up
who couldn't find a wife and went teaching through the
heals, he wasn't working for his meals with one foot in Galilee
and the other one in heaven
he couldn't get it together to survive in this
world past thirty-three
so when he hung from a cross all spat on and shit
what he was saying about all this shit--father, they
know not what they do--what he was saying was
fuck what they do? who give a fuck what they do?
this whole shit isn't worth it
follow me
to a cross, to a poor house, to crazy town
come out of jerusalem
and hang on a goddamn tree