When I finally die, won't you bury me in
The same suit that you married her in?
Tell them I was murdered, murdered by a gun
Found, taken down by my long lost son
And tell them I was loved
That you always loved me
I know you didn't
But spare them the vision
Of me in my kitchen
Six weeks past extinction
Photo in my hands that are cold as your mother's
Of two children laughing before they got gutted
And now they're a crime scene
They're proof of a story
A story I sell page by page, door to door, I
A story I sell page by page, door to door, I
It's a story I sell door to door
I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor
I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor
I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and
(Two, three, four)
Now every night, I dream of new answers
Of crying in limousines, of faking brain cancer
Please tell them I was eaten by monsters in caves
That they spat up my bones and I could not be saved
And tell them you're so happy that you got to know me
I know you didn't, but it's better than showing me
Covered in ants in my room on the floor
Still clutching that same old plastic horse
I don't need to know much as long as I am sure
I don't need to know much as long as I am sure
I don't need to know much as long as I am sure
And I'm always
I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor
I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor
I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and