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?"