I once knew a killer named Lenny Larue

Had lost four fingers had faded tattoos

I asked him one day to whom do killers pray

And he said to me as he looked away

Well god don’t even know my name

For I live my whole life in shame

God is in me – god is in you

And god’s love has been abused

God don’t even know my name

Had to fight a Baptist preacher

Who had drank too much

He took a swing at me but I ducked his punch

I pushed him to the ground

And as he rose out of the dirt

I asked –

Why does a preacher man have so much hurt?

I once spoke to god and he made me cry

Said I could come to heaven any time

He did not mind – he forgave my crime

I once loved a ballerina who was narrow and mean

She believed in nothing but her cable TV

Cussed and cursed and swore that Jesus was dead

If god did not damn her I wonder who did