Pawn shop guns And fear factor reruns For every secular j** And every christian tattoo Tried to shake the quake But i lost my religion Need a couple drinks just to Make that incision And i won't sew my clothes Mary, mother of god, she knows Just ask my wife for proof They look better new You've seen my boots You know i keep them pretty clean But i'm saving my machine For the war I'll count the days 'Til i can count the hours down Until his fever melts the crown My father wears And i will see the light And i will find the one true way Your crucifix is crooked Come close while i unhook it I won't sew my clothes Mary, mother of god, she knows Just ask my wife for proof They look better new