I grew a garden, planted petunias I only tend to what’s my own But all the corn that I saved to feed my family Was burned up heating soldier’s homes The other day I went and paid my taxes That we might build some better roads The Eagle smiled slyly counting up my quarters Bought some expensive red, white and blue clothes Simon Peter and John went fishing Out to the ocean to escape their nagging wives If I have one more hook that comes up empty I’m gonna go get drunk with Judas tonight Easter Sunday, those choirs singing Jesus stands there idly by Was it for a pastel dress and chocolate candy That I was fucking crucified? When I was younger, I once loved a woman Not unlike children love their gods It was irreverent to pick a pale white clover For sex we’ll kill whatever we want On the computer I saw her topless I felt more lonesome jacking off But if I don’t say something vulgar in my lyrics No one’s gonna listen to my songs