The preacher at the Port Authority
He's yelling at me to repent
Is my Catholic school uniform
Not good enough for him?
I didn't think Jesus would come to me
Smelling like piss left on the city streets
I didn't ask what you think of me
It's too early for this, leave me be
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Stained red from box hair dye
And the subway platform shakes beneath my feet
And I see hell on the other side
I didn't think Jesus would come to me
Smelling like piss left on the city streets
I didn't ask what you think of me
It's too early for this, leave me be
Stand clear of the closing doors
Stand clear, the end is near
Stand clear of the closing doors
Stand clear
I didn't think Jesus would come to me
Smelling like piss left on the city streets
I didn't ask what you think of me
It's too early for this, leave me be