Stillborns and Six Lane Highways

Wrap me in your pity
With god bless yous and strip mall shootings
Heaven hates you
Pray on my death
While the other woman gives you head
Heaven hates you

So grab the kittens and grab your boyfriend's blow, the stickers on your Chevy tell me what I need to know
The fields and dirty ashtrays
Religious to the bone
Still borns and 6 lane highways
Sanctioned violence feels like home

Heaven hates you
Heaven hates you
Heaven hates you
Heaven hates you