Lyrics

He said "I cannot face my killing I just cannot face my killing Slit my wrists the wrong way cause I'm so afraid of commitment I'm just so afraid of commitment But the walls are building fast 200 bricks per every second Blocking trains forever bolting through the tunnels of my heart." So he calls G-d And G-d says to Abraham "I made you woman I made you drugs to be done I gave you a guarantee with an opposable thumb I gave you hopes and dreams for your futile fun You ungrateful fuck yr out of luck 'Cause I've got some better things to do" So he went on limping through his life he tried oh so many ways He tried oh so many ways The drugs just made him gag and cry In front of the women who couldn't see him The women who couldn't see him When your debauchery ain't man enough To win yourself a medal You're just the sucker who's been sick and poor For someone else's art So he calls G-d And G-d says to Abraham Drop that sweating pistol made out of YR QUAKIN' FRAIL FINGERS I'm too busy to get riled up for an unfortunate soul I've got a thesis due for Scientology's mayhem I'm the front man of a band So Help Yourself Your heaviness is a drag on my-- When all else failed for Abraham he just rot by television He just rot by television Jacked his High cholesterol by makin' bad decisions By makin' bad decisions Well heaven knows what hell knows that Heaven knows no Heaven But the pain of really knowing made him ask to many questions So he calls G-d And G-d says to Abraham "This is G-d I'm not home right now Won't be back till next Tuesday There erecting a monument for my Phallus Phan-tas-tic Please leave a message at the sound of my machine For words you keep and hold with fear The batteries are dying in your cell."