Hell with no tercels is the worst hell. five minutes after brakes   chasing windmills. we were all born short, that is why we wear   heels. even the pope wants that bass you feel. he's got tinted windows   and purple stripes, every other part of the car is white. when he   honks the horn she knows it's time. arguing all day and every   night. he'll move out of his parents' when she becomes his wife. the   shine on crucifixes makes you blind! who the fuck but jesus can say   you're fine? who the fuck then? god's in me..      fibreglass hummingbird...tiny bird looks rad! the hummingbird's a   civic - jesus died for your sins - catholic fashion, that's not just   bread you're eating      lesson in Civics #1: no hubcaps 'till you're sure you're done. black   windshield keeps out the sun. kinda meaty purr when the engine   runs. hanging out by the girl school all of june, like a line of cabs   but better groomed. local parents think the kids are doomed. sleepy   lids from monoxide fumes. girl he knows leaning on the roof, offers   her a ride but it's no use. hatchback: graduation's kissing   booth. held back - goddammit!!!      pull up to the church peel out like a prayer. and not a god damned   thing can mess my hair. don't need satisfaction 'cause there's   something there beyond what you see, feel, hear, or wear... whatever!   let the priests worry about that! he's on the cross to get my   back. most of the time salvation seems like a trap. bass bins = harps,   halos = hubcaps. we have it figured out, it's the will of the lord:   holiness is black light running boards! it's right there in the bible,   building absorbed, from the first man - i'm adam!