Love the Lie

[djhawz]

If nobody looked, it's a closed book
You could put your hang ups on a coat hook
I'm from a puritanical land where they burn witches
I'm the result of a welfare running up your sickness

Joy never came, Jesus never helped
We were all to blame, god beat us with a belt
If I heard your name, I'd retreat into myself
I won't hurt your name, I'll keep it to myself