Stillborns and Six Lane Highways

wrap me in your pity

With god bless yous and strip mall shootings

Heaven hates you

pray on my death

while the other woman gives you head

Heaven hates you

So grab the kittens and grab your boyfriend’s blow, the stickers on your Chevy tell me what I need to know

The fields and dirty ashtrays

religious to the bone

still borns and 6 lane highways

Sanctioned violence feels like home

Heaven hates you

Heaven hates you

Heaven hates you

Heaven hates you