St. Bastard The Coward

St. Bastard went away on his wedding day
Like it were his any old day
He pretend to bleed
Then St. Bastard made a list of everyone straight
Then he hid his way in the hay
He began to need

Would you make this all truth, or nay?
Tell me, would you follow him at all?

St. Bastard woke up feeling ugly that day
Had his dinner in an ashtray
Then he had some weed
His girl, his will, his pill all traveled airway
He was free to fuck and to play
Insatiable greed

Would you make this all truth, or nay?
Tell me, would you step into his floor

Would you make this all truth, or nay?
Tell me, would you feel for him at all?

St. Bastard died last night I heard on airplay
Everyone was saddened that day
I didn't shed a tear
St. Bastard wrote down things all ugly and grey
Filled me with his lies and betray,
You bet I'm kind of queer

St. Bastard summered in me beautiful prey
Took me to Milan and Pompeii
Took me to the Mall
He made my days a living horror per se
He would have his will everyday
Up against the wall

Adieu, baby so long, farewell,
Baby, I do, love to see you fall.