Scum - I'd Give Jesus the Wheel, but His Fingers Are Covered in Doritos Dust

I cannot free ya
And I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Oh, I do not know ya
And I wouldn’t wanna show ya
Well, I cannot thrill you
Maybe I should kill you
And I cannot buy you
Maybe crucify you
Well, I will not miss you
And I’m glad I didn’t kiss you
If I cannot nudge you
I’ll sure the hell judge you
You’ve been eatin’ those chips
For the whole damn trip
Just when I’m ‘bout to give you the grip
But I don’t want my wheel
All greasy and orange
You’ve got me whinin’
Like a rusty door hinge
Your gluttony
Has made me lose my faith
You use to be the holy spirit
Now you’re just a wraith
You could have gotten such good
Don’t you think that you should
Have been so much more clear
Now you represent lies
And you have bastardized
Everything that you have taught
I spoke to your father
He’s disappointed in you
Says you’ve been hangin’
With a nasty crew
Your friends have been sitting
On a golden throne
He says he wants your friends
To leave them kids alone
Your little cult
Is full of hypocrites
And it would be nice
If you gave a shit

Written by:
Rob Swystun

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