On your crucifixtion day, take a gift from me

It didn’t cost a cent, I made it all for free

You’ll love it like you did Mary Magdaline

A small glimpse of the world after you go off and die for sin

I’m a man of words, I hope you’ll stick around

You don’t have a choice, those nails are in there pretty sound

As you’re dying of dehydration and hematadrosis

Know that now in court, people blame you for their psychosis

A father hears a voice tells him to **** his kid

You’re responsible for more infant deaths than SIDS

Another man fills a pipe with nails; a clinic up in flames

And the inspiration derives from your holy name

The Holy Crusades, now that’s a delight

Did you know they actually sent children to fight?

It’s true, and in your name no less

I’ll tell you right now, it was not a success

They next denied the holocaust

But never you think all is lost

They’re right on board with marrying gays

Oh wait, I messed up that last phrase

I don’t think you fathom the harm to come

The damage that’s done because you’re the son

Of the holy god, my former employer

Before I was keeper of killers and lawyers

Heres some advice, take it from me

You’re wasting your time, get off that tree

Get down, and have a long talk with your father

Tell him “**** ‘em all, and next time try harder.”