[Verse 1] Authority from the Christian constructs Suffused creativity with guilt Without which we cannot curb our instincts to abominate it all With a chop to the Adam's apple Commemorate your soul [Chorus] Right angles, triangles, no forgiveness Ironic, Byronic, post-mod gloom Get your guard on [Verse 2] Son of the Lord as symbolic d**h drive Suffered and died so that we can give Dud ammunition so you can criticize and eulogize it all I'm a connoisseur of scrapple Alone as someone else [Chorus]