I'M SO DAMN MAD, AND TIRED OF JUST PLAIN BAD LUCK,
I'M IN JAIL FOR WHAT, BOY DOES THIS EVER FUCKING SUCK.

I DIDN'T HURT ANY ONE, I DIDN'T KILL,  I DIDN'T RAPE, I DIDN'T STEAL,
I DIDN'T DRIVE A CAR THROUGH SOMEONES HOUSE, I DIDN'T DEAL.

I'M NOT BETTER THAN EVERYONE,  I'VE SMOKED CRACK AND POT,
I'VE BEEN TOO DRUNK TO REMEMBER, I BROKE THE LAW ALOT,

BUT NOW I'M IN JAIL FOR FAILURE TO PAY, WHEN I COULD NOT WORK,
I DON'T KNOW WHO CAME UP WITH THAT LAW, BUT THEY'RE A FUCKIN' JERK.

FINALLY MY BACK HEALED, WORKING HARD TO CATCH UP, I GUESS NOT QUICK ENOUGH,
WHERE CAN I GO, TO GET SOME PEACE, REAL JUSTICE, NOT THIS WICKED STUFF.

IS THERE A BETTER PLACE, ANOTHER COUNTRY, OR PERHAPS ANOTHER WORLD,
I WILL SEARCH FOREVER, FOR MY PEACEFUL SANCTUM, WITH MY OWN FLAG UNFURLED.

SORRY GOD, FOR SWEARING IN THIS POEM, YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MY RAGE,
I BELIEVE YOU HAVE PARADISE AWAITING, BUT WHAT CAN I DO IN THIS DAY AND AGE.

PARADISE SOUNDS GREAT BUT HOW HARD TO REACH, MUST IT BE,
AM I TO BE PUNISHED FOREVER BECAUSE I HAVE TO SCREAM, I AM FUCKING ANGRY.

WE ARE NOT ALL LIKE 'JOB', HOW CAN ANY OF US BE THAT STRONG,
THAT'S AN AWFULLY HIGH GOAL TO SET, WHEN IT'S SO EASY TO DO WRONG.

ANYONE WHO IS AS CLOSE TO "CHRIST LIKE" AS THEY CAN BE, STILL SINS,
WHAT KIND OF GRUELING TORTURE MUST WE GO THOUGH, AND WHAT IF NO ONE WINS.

NOW THE WAY I SEE PARADISE, IT SURE SEEMS WORTH ONE HECK OF A TRY,
BUT LET ME TELL YOU, IF PERFECTION IS REQUIRED, WE CAN ALL KISS IT GOODBYE.

ANYONE KNOWS THAT HUMANS ARE TOO WEAK TO OBSTAIN FROM THOSE TASTY PLESURES,
EVERYONE KNOWS EVEN THE MOST RENOWN CHRISTIANS, HAVE THIER HANDS IN SOME KIND OF TRESURES.

SO WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO, JUST GO ON AND HOPE WE ARE FORGIVEN,
JUST SIT AND WAIT, UNSURE OF ANY THING, DIE HOPING TO BE RESERECTED, ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN.

I APOLOGIZE FOR ALL MY SINS, BUT I DON'T KNOW IF IT DOES ME ANY GOOD,
IT ALL GETS WORSE, I'M S'POSED TO GET STRONGER, IF I KNEW HOW TO DO THINGS RIGHT I WOULD.

WOULD A PRAYER STOP AN AVALANCHE, NO, I PRAY AND I DIE, MAYBE THATS NOT SO BAD,
WITH THAT LAST PRAYER, WOULD I FIND MY PARADISE, WELL, I JUST DON'T KNOW, AND GOD,
        THAT'S WHY I'M SO DAMN MAD.