Easter Sunday

I grew a garden, planted petunias

I only tend to what’s my own

But all the corn that I saved to feed my family

Was burned up heating soldier’s homes

The other day I went and paid my taxes

That we might build some better roads

The Eagle smiled slyly counting up my quarters

Bought some expensive red, white and blue clothes

Simon Peter and John went fishing

Out to the ocean to escape their nagging wives

If I have one more hook that comes up empty

I’m gonna go get drunk with Judas tonight

Easter Sunday, those choirs singing

Jesus stands there idly by

Was it for a pastel dress and chocolate candy

That I was fucking crucified?

When I was younger, I once loved a woman

Not unlike children love their gods

It was irreverent to pick a pale white clover

For sex we’ll kill whatever we want

On the computer I saw her topless

I felt more lonesome jacking off

But if I don’t say something vulgar in my lyrics

No one’s gonna listen to my songs