(TITLE)
A Boy's Rage Is Beautiful, Burning With The Pure Boy Intensity, With Little, Blonde, Shiny Leg Hairs Dangling In The Immaculate Saliva Of The Messiah Sweatshop, Under A Rooster's Wing

(VERSE)
God's breath breathes Maquiladora all the way to Bethlehem
Comings sit inside their chairs
Stitching feathers, blondish hairs
Onto their tongues and in their holy bodies
People talking
People crazy
People dying
People lazy
But the Messiahs have got it together
All is Messiah-hood
Banging boy-hood
Banging the edge
The edge of their souls
(CHORUS)
The Messiah sweatshop sweats for feathers, hair, and sabachthani moans
(VERSE)
The chassis is useless
It's desired by men
But the comings are useless
Just like a hen
Chickens can't fly
But roosters stand high
Boys are in the clouds
God reads the males aloud
(CHORUS)
The Messiah sweatshop sweats for feathers, hair, and sabachthani moans