secret xtians

i'm going to hide from the rain

i am tired of running

round while these nuns eat my grain

ransacking

wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame

so lame

secret christians are all the same

don't be grumpy and cold

if you want to i can burn up a hole in this coal

don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die tonight

secret xtians are not too bright

na-na-na-na-na-na

na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

na-na-na-na-na-na