I am your fire and brimstone
 Chasing, chasing your shadow
 We're hypocritical thinkers in the worst way
 With our busted up confessionals and liars and freak shows
 We've been vindictive and so wicked, forgive me
 [bad word] to shake things up
 We're here to make things interesting
 God forbid that we bring offense 
 When you read our sins in the album print
 And honestly, this honesty has been killing me
 I am your tired and burdened
 Chasing, chasing your heaven
 We're clinically defective at the worst times
 With our twisted up convictions and [bad word] night walking
 We're the drifters and the dreamers, forgive us
 Mad dogs fury, raging on, with glory.