Profanity Prayers

In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creature With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher And your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino On a government loan with a guillotine in your libido Who's gonna answer Profanity prayers Who's gonna answer These profanity prayers Well you know how it looks when you pull all your books from the table And you stare into space trying to discern what to say now And you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing 'Cause you can't just live on air and float to the ceiling Who's gonna answer Profanity prayers Who's gonna answer Profanity prayers Who's gonna answer Profanity prayers Who's gonna answer Profanity prayers