[Verse 1]
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creature
With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher
And your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino
On a government loan with a guillotine in your libido

[Chorus]
Who's going to answer
Profanity prayers
Who's going to answer
These profanity prayers

[Verse 2]
Well you know how it looks
When you pull all your books from the table
And you stare into space trying to discern what to say now
And you wait at the light
And watch for a sign that you're breathing
Because you can't just live on air and float to the ceiling

[Chorus][x2]