Show me the path
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me
Help me rise above the bullshit
Bombast, white noise
The lies and the distortion
The hate in my brother’s eyes
And don’t tell me that it’s all written plain
Inside that glorious stained glass house of worship
Where your stone-throwing saints
Can file complaints in pious contortion
My little lamb, my black sheep
Tell me why is it that you weep?
Not for the sick or the poor-- that is plain
Punk-ass white boy
I see you writhing in pain
Trying to steel your brain against a memory
The one that plays in the background
Of every faithless prayer you send me
When you call my name in despair
But you don’t dare defend me
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me to walk the path
Show me the path
Help me
Help me rise above the bullshit
Bombast, white noise
The lies and the distortion
The hate in my brother’s eyes
And don’t tell me that it’s all written plain
Inside that glorious stained glass house of worship
Where your stone-throwing saints
Can file complaints in pious contortion
My little lamb, my black sheep
Tell me why is it that you weep?
Not for the sick or the poor-- that is plain
Punk-ass white boy
I see you writhing in pain
Trying to steel your brain against a memory
The one that plays in the background
Of every faithless prayer you send me
When you call my name in despair
But you don’t dare defend me
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