Always said your prayers,nLike a good boy should, like a good boy should,nFingers pressed against the cold glass window watching stars so free, stars so free…nnYou would run but where,nEven if you could, even if you could,nYou could try but you’d never run fast enough to not be seen, not be seen…nnEvery Sunday morningnYou would go to your churchnin your Sunday clothes,nDaddy leads a choir of angels, if they’d only knownBut they’ll never know, never know…nnThe name of god is never taken in vainnBut the hand of god is known to cause a multitude of pain,nWhen he speaks through your daddynAnd he isn’t very pleasednSo shut your foul ungrateful mouth and get down on your knees…nnAnd have you seen my wounded JesusnBloodied son of a preacher’s mean touchnNothing like the cold shoulder of a pious man tonShow you what true faith in god’s love can’t donnMama looks awaynYou know she got a dose of that religion yesterdaynHer sacrifices madenWill someday set you free, set you free…nnShe will not betraynHer promises in front of god naively prayed,nAfter years of living without questioningnShe still believes, she still believes, she still believes…nnAnd have you seen my wounded JesusnBloodied son of a preacher’s mean touchnNothing like the cold shoulder of a pious man tonShow you what true faith in god’s love can’t donnAnd I can blame his painful indecisionnOn the cruel unyielding arm of his religionnDon’t know whether to stay a part of worldly thingsnOr close his eyes and take a breath and spread his wingsnAnd fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, flay away….nnAlways said your prayers,nLike a good boy should, like a good boy should,nFingers pressed against the cold glass window watching stars so free…