Verse 1
Passed blessings on the street
You wanna help a friend in need
I don't need your crutch, it ain't drugs
So get off your soapbox this is mine
Friendly father in the church
Women's clothes won't hide your crime
Stolen rights, a sacred boy
Is that what an altar's for, stand in line
Church boy, don't sic your dogma on me
Verse 2
On a mission to convert
What better way to make money for god
It ain't a gun, it's guilt
Spread the word through the world like a disease
I don't claim to have the answers
That's just part of the difference between you and me
All I know is, it ain't right
To spread pain and suffering as you have
Bass riffs