Back in the fities
Clark Kent died
It's a bird
It's a plane
It's suicide
Now, God got angry
And hte Pope got mad
Told all the faithful
That the saints went bad
Father Son and Holy Ghost
Stole the bacon and burnt the toast
Fresh out of candles,
Poor Saint Blaise
Went down chokin' on steak and eggs
Hail Mary Full of Grace
They upped the ante and played the ace
Fresh out of candles,
Poor Saint Blaise
Went down chokin' on steak and eggs
Saint Christopher got big and strong
From luggin' babies all day long
Keeping Jesus from gettin' wet
I guess that's just the thanks you get
'Cause now he's off the wagon
And out of luck
Got drunk
And wrecked the truck
And all the little cherubims are askin'
Why'd they have to pick on him?
Father Son and Holy Ghost
Stole the bacon and burnt the toast
Fresh out of candles,
Poor Saint Blaise
Went down chokin' on steak and eggs
Now God wasn't kiddin'
And neither was Abraham
And your momma can't save you
And your daddy don't give a damn.
What was it I was make-believin' in
And when did it start feelin' like a sin to hope
A sin to pray
And the light got dark and stayed that way
And I am
Fresh out of candles