[Verse 1] [Scuzzy] Sloshed through the cryptmuck, swingin’ steel like a dare, Skulls popped sweet like marrow éclairs. One snapped its jaws like it knew my sins— I fed it the blade and cracked a grin. Then one with a posture just stiff as yours Pulled a half-assed feint like the old church chores. I swung out wide—somethin' jabbed inside my vest, Like it caught me thinkin’ what I don’t confess. “Sorry, Prudence!” [Chorus 1] I stole your rosary—you left it in the drawer So I pinned it to my vest like a ten-cent reward It rattles when I boast, it bites when I brag But it’s always there when the whole world lags. [Verse 2] Me and Dookie hit the Jackal’s Jug at five, Place stank like piss and bleach, but we're still alive. He was hootin’ at nothin’, I was yellin’ at the wall, Then that voice cut in—"you’ve had your last call." Some scab said, “You look like you got a ghost.” I said, “Yeah, she nags me the goddamn most.” I reached for the flask, but felt it first— That chain of yours, and it tugged like it’s cursed. [Chorus 2] I stole your rosary—wasn’t gonna, but I did. Kept it in my pocket with the matchbooks and the shiv. Now it digs in deep when the brawlin’ gets rough— Like it’s got its own opinion when enough’s enough. [Verse 3] Wade had a face like a dented pan, I hopped aboard like a getaway van. Sheets stuck fast, walls shook loose, My thighs all grit and Wild Turkey juice. Whippin’ my vest like a yippin' cowgirl, Beads caught the bedpost with a spin and twirl. I saw your ol' scowl, shook my head and beamed, While I fucked him raw with a yodeled scream. [Chorus 3] I stole your rosary—I was drunk and pissed. Thought I’d pawn it, but I clenched my fist. Hung on ‘cause it mattered, though I couldn’t explain The only damn thing keeping me half-sane. [Bridge] I booked us a getaway, no sun, no sand— Just a blighted monastery and a murderin’ plan. You pack the blade, I’ll grab the gin, Let’s go carve psalms in their leper skin. They’ll cry, “Sisters, have mercy,” we just smile— You calm as ever, me feral and wild. We’ll leave the bells ringing, the chapel in shreds— Call it bonding, over the blessed dead. [Final Chorus] I stole your rosary—could’ve left it alone, But I wanted somethin’ that still felt like home. I keep it close—’cause it’s proof I’m still tied, It’s your voice still bitchin’, curled up snug in my mind. [Outro] [Prudence replies] I knew you took it. Always made me glad. Beads don’t matter—it’s the bond we had. It’s you and me, kid, no matter the miles. Let’s smear those lepers up and down the aisles.
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