I can't remember praying that I'd find you
What if God was one of us, and standing right behind you?
I'd kick him in the bits for my desire
The old perv designed to make me moronic wit cum friar

I guess there are a hundred thousand sinful things that Jesus wouldn't do
You tell me about Heaven, how just his love allows it
Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you

Just fevered delirious/ Rubber-legged in lust and solemn sworn to sodomy
And love/ penetrating cut/ ever-vexed rub and satisfaction snuff
The one that I have had to meet

The people of this world want complex pleasures
Puppies and ice cream and low dogmatic lectures
The needy fear the maker of the ballotine
I died of dehydration after all that salivating

I guess there are a hundred thousand other girls who'd like to put it through
You tell me about Heaven, how your love disallows it
Jesus never loved me the way I want you to
No Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you

Just/ I know it isn't just/ There's just one kind of love that holds up to your scrutiny
Just silly trifles but I haven't had enough
Of holding out for hammered hands to spill their blood on me

Now every night I'm praying that I find you
Folded arms and frowning on a faith that's gone behind you
Or Mother Mary in the nachos in the toilet bowl
It's hard to nail a Mona Lisa smile with all that water flow

I guess there are a hundred thousand pilgrims who would like to see it too
I'll keep a candle burning, and a gilded shrine to house it
Still Jesus never loves me the way I want you to
Jesus never touched me the way he's touching you