Welcome to the church, now come on in
You see, God loves us all even if you’re from a broken home
Have an unpaid loan, an annoying groan

But if you’re a sadist, a faggot, or are draped in chains
You can say goodbye to God’s blessed rain
Because our lord only loves the people that we, His people, choose to accept
You home-wrecking whore with no home of your own
You come to us except you reek of shame and regret
You fill our church with dread

We cannot help you evil people
We’ll help out when you’ve left the needle
Filthy, wicked, rotten souls
Come back when you’ve closed your holes

God may say that He loves all
But He just loves His chosen children
To love you would be a fall
Wait, what’s it say again?

Listen, anti-anti-Semites
As I recite,
“Do not judge, that you be not judged.”*

All these Christians seem to love to say,
“The Crucifixion, just the greatest thing”
Their emotions run so wild
As their hearts go from tender to mild
Do you not realize what His death was like?
Guess not if the pride strays the humble mind

See, the physical pain wasn’t so bad
Compared to suffering the sin of every man
Imagine when innocent eyes see bloodshed
They respond like their little world ended

But this man was perfection
Dying as He bared the world’s corruption
His guilt had to be a shocker
But still He cried, “Father, Father”
This is the holy, joy-filling crucifixion

Tell me how it is that you feel no shame
When you know that our sins kill Him
This guilt I bear is getting harder
But still I cry, “Father, Father”