Jesus Saves, Gretsky Scores

Tall and slender
Dripping wet moisture
Melting in my hand
A condensating relationship
Over again and repeated
Until the dozen disappears

As I too, into the insane asylum
That can no longer be described
As wild and crazy, however
Unpure and tainted
Now worldly acceptible in the eyes
Of the inebriated prophet

Cursing the temple of salvation
Or the feeding ground of perversion
Spitting on the ground as i pass
Turn around and back to Camelot
To have another round-table glass

The playground of the wicked
An edifice of beverage
Should anybody tell you
Your pastor was just here?