Amen

Waiting to go to school on some suburban road They took my backpack and emptied it in the snow The kids at the bus stop screamed, nothing I saw an old lady one time on Astor Place Steal an old man's backpack and punch him in the face Me and my neighbors screamed, nothing And what's the difference if the bombs fall from the sky And what's the difference if you like being alive, yeah Yeah, what's the difference, when we're all just gonna die A crucifix and two framed pictures of the pope I passed them all as I got evicted from my home My Catholic landlord screamed, "Amen" We don't believe in God or spirits in the sky Unless we're desperate and need to justify The shitty things we do so we apologize "Ya gotta get rid of my guilt, God" Before I fled the scene, I smeared my shit along the baseboards Took the moldy foodstuffs, lined them up along the tile floor Jerked off on the window screen, fridge open and toilet running Barely felt reprieve before the deluge of regret came flooding Now I can't get to sleep because I have this useless conscience And I can't get revenge due to this stupid moral compass And honestly I feel that all these feelings aren't worth it in the end We don't believe in God or spirits in the sky Unless we're desperate or know someone who died We gain perspective and a brand-new lease of life Then still do shitty things when the moment arrives So what's the difference if the bombs fall from the sky? And what's the difference if you like being alive? Yeah, what's the fucking point of thinking as you die "Ya gotta forgive all my sins, God?"