Death Metal Matt preaches Apocalypse To the Autumn Time Fellowship The curses that escape his lips Are all from the Bible
He petitions his patron saint With approval from the Lord Cell phoning fraternal orders In an SUV from Ford Sapping Revelations Till he's out of his gourd
Tending a motherless brood of five By the tender age of twenty Matt picks a job where the work is steady And leavens Heaven's bread for Hell's oven-ready
There's only one road out of town When you drink, and drive your car Ravaged by fire, defiled by tar It's easy to go too far Become too skinless to form a scar
Obese bodies around an open pit Fatal tumors in every lung You got to sermonize them young The devil shoots down the doves of Christ That's how the West was won
