Church Hymn For The Condemned

Life's like the feeling when you had a point, but forgot it
 Had a ticket for my train of thought, but I lost it
 God gave me instructions on how to live my life
 But I couldn't read his handwriting
 So I burnt them last night
 But I'd take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfection
 I've woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987
 I can feel myself slipping away from any chance of redemption
 But that's okay 'cause if it's where Falwell goes
 Then I don't even want any part of heaven
 A guy on TV offered to save my soul for free
 But that would've required getting up off the couch, so I was too lazy
 Instead I wait in the bushes outside of a cops house, holding a 12 gauge
 God isn't dead, but I'll get that bastard one day!
 And I take the beauty of my chaos over any one else's perfection
 I've still woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987!
 Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I don't give a shit for redemption
 But that's okay 'cause if it's where Limbaugh goes
 Then I don't even want any part of heaven
 (Hail Satan!)