Jockboy Jimmy with his daddy's credit card Swerved the Beamer through a red light, hit the weirdos hard Glasses smashed on asphalt, blood like strawberry jam He just straightened his tie and didn't give a damn "She'll buff out," he whispered to the paintwork scar Now he's posting "thoughts and prayers" from a VIP bar Swear he was with you, polish his alibi Tick on his ballsack, nodding, ready to lie Carved a black hole where your conscience should be Sucking forgiveness from a dead industry Every prayer whispered, a bruise on the whore My confession won't hold upβ still you beg for more Pastor Paul in the vestry with the incense thick Unzips the holy spirit for the altar boy, so sick "God is watching," he whispers with a sacramental grin Pulls the purple curtain while the cherubs sing the hymn Little fingers on the rosary, counting every sin "Swallow this redemption, let the communion begin" Front row, smell the incense and the skin Cash in the plate while the neighbor's kid kneels in Carved a black hole where your conscience should be Sucking forgiveness from a dead industry Every prayer whispered, a bruise on the whore My confession won't hold upβ still you beg for more You bought the ticket, you fund the decay You saw the red flags and looked away No alibi needed when silence is gold You're not just complicit, you're the hand they hold Gary clicks the For You page with the volume low Thirteen-year-old choreography, watch the daughters glow Leggings like a second skin, algorithm knows his taste Sweatpants down around his ankles, such a fucking waste "Just a little scroll," he mutters, tissue in his fist Every little dancer adds another name to his list Carved a black hole where your conscience should be Sucking forgiveness from a dead industry Tick on his ballsack, coin in the plate You clicked, you scrolled, you sealed your own fate
