Jesus Christ would never play rock and roll his tone was too low Abraham Lincoln smoked crack cocain on the down low yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Mother Mary spread her legs for me and I made her plea Buddhist monks would go suddenly wild and swallow my seed yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Don’t you try to turn the ordinary people into saints cause everybody loves and everybody fears and everybody hates and all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground they’re waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down
Brother Gandhi turned a trick or two in his day Mother Theresa liked to touch little girls in a special way yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Martin Luther King traded slaves down the river wild Jesus Christ would never play rock and roll on the radio dial yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Don’t you try to turn the ordinary people into saints cause everybody loves and everybody fears and everybody hates and all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground they’re waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down yeah, I’m an impediment bonafide degenerate
Don’t you try to turn the ordinary people into saints cause everybody loves and everybody fears and everybody hates and all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground they’re waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down