Pawn shop guns And fear factor reruns For every secular jew 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