Say Your Prayers

Mother of God
Watched as they took down her son
Down from the cross
Filled with your own precious greed
Your profits your loss
You say I'm not the same as you
No, no, no, no, I'm second best
I think I'm like the rest

All dressed in white
You think you're the new cavaliers
Out for the night
Take somebody's car
Drive home, drive left and right
Into an unsuspecting child
That brought him home to his father
You just laugh and take another

And when they find your mother's purse
You'd better say your prayers
And when they say your sister's worse
You'd better say your prayers

'Cause you've got nothing upstairs
You're a bungalow man
You take the beans from my mouth
Cut my throat with the can
You steal from the rich
And spit on the poor
You put stones through my window
And you beat on my door
You are the president's mistress
And the cardinal's what for
You're the worst I ever saw

And when they say your mother's gone
You'd better say your prayers
And when they ask 'Is this your son?'
You'd better say
You'd better say your prayers

Say your prayers
Say your prayers