The Stations of the Cross Lyrics

Murder God, we're gonna murder God. Murder the son of God.

In AD 33, that's anno domini

My whodies sold me out

Rome put me down like a dog

Murder god!

The soldiers lacerate

My limbs and my face

Are a slurry of gore

Carryin' a fuckin' log

Rome put me down like a dog

These are the stations of the cross.

When my cross fell down

On my thorny crown

The dirt and blood turned to gel

Hallucinating from the pain

My mom began to cry

At my mangled eye

Whips grind my flesh to the bone

Hallucinating from the pain

Pressure on my fuckin' brain

These are the stations of the cross.

As I coughed up blood

Simon dragged the wood

Veronica wiped my face

Rome put me down like a dog

My legs are splintered bones

So I fell a bunch

And made all the chicks cry

Carrying a fuckin' log

Rome put me down like a dog

These are the stations of the cross.

Naked and bleeding

Stripped of your clothes

Snatching up relics

I've got your nose

Rotting messiah

Now you are nailed

Raised up to die

Hanging entrails

Forsaken by god

They pilfer your carcass

Thrown in a cave

Your body is meat

That does not decay