Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake

To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake

Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies

Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly

Stay, yeah, don't want to go now

Drove the children from their chores

Handcrafted housewives into whores

Fear of the beast is calling it near

Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here

Stay, yeah, don't want to go now



Come into our home, won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic



I'm only as deep as the self that I dig

I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig

Thin and so white, thin and so white

Daddy tells the daughter while mommy's sleeping at night

To wash away sin you must take off your skin

The righteous father wears the yellowest grin