Good boy
Good girl
So reward
Everyone seems to think so
But belief
But confession
But repentance
Doesn’t seem to matter much
So raise a glass
To wishful thinking
Tip one back
To pissing in the wind
Forget every single bit
Of your book learnin’
And spit out the body
And spit out the blood
Of your atonement
But know what you know
You can’t go home
Just because you’re special