The boy's got a head like an atom bomb
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And he's been waiting so long
To get it on. The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge
Wants to break out from his Jesus cage
He's already torn out the last page
It's the "latest rage" Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need k** your god, k** your god
k** your TV
The boy's purified by the quitter gods
Burning up his cross like a revelation