I go to church she says
And says and says and says
I never miss a Sunday
But Misses Fatard
Lives her life so far from religious
Her Sunday visit is sacrareligious
Isn’t that Misses Fatard listening
When she goes to church each Sunday
Vertically not ‘cause she fucks up every day
Spitting out evil to everyone who comes her way
Forgets about Jesus and how he wants it played
What does she think church is anyway
A way to heaven after her final day
A solid ticket to heaven’s play
Erases away how she lives each day?
Erases away how Jesus says it should be played
So Misses Fatard though I shouldn’t judge
Your way of living does fill me with disgust
The knowing that no matter how long to the end of days
People like you are bowing down to pray
Then living your life in that sacrareligious way
Making it harder for the rest of us
For the rest of our days
Knowing it could be a better play
If you didn’t live your life that way
Love his children that is true
Tries to fix the wrong they do
To remind them all of truth
Hoping they choose to end their evil brew
Give them a chance and see what they choose
But I will ignore you this is true
No matter what you do
Unless God puts me to
The work of fixing you
