By christopher lake
Date: 10 March 2001
prayer
when you're really mad at me
you call me a yankee
and that words hurts
especially coming from you
it's true
i come from up north
where it's cold as a motherfucker
most of the time
and i could care less
about god or my eternal soul
but i know the game
i know the goal
get me saved and reserve a seat
in heaven
for the both of us
and man i sympathize
i wish i could believe
but when it comes to this life
thing
i'm a sieve
i just want more
in the meantime i'm stuck
in this southern-fried twilight
zone
it's not my home
but you are
and don't forget it
and god i fervently pray
that we may one day live
in some decadent, morally-rotten
sun-soaked place
where churches don't advertise
in the used-furniture section
of the classifieds
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