Catholic Guitarist lyrics

(Verse 1)
No, I haven't showered
Come as you are
I've been praying, laying under the stars
No wonder I'm far
My hunger got my stomach so hard
When I sh*t it's like thunder and gwar
I'm a ra-tard....
I black like Zack, my pun is bizarre
I really just want a guitar
Acoustic..
My wishes only come true in my music
So to my love, I'm sorry I'm so abusive
Hitchhiking
Shooting up in a Buick
Staying down, shake it down
Saying "do it"
Memories of my momma saying I'm useless
Mental torture and still forced to use lips
Then I torture and kill more than my two lips
Get it more when I'm in a morgue for some cool sh*t
Venom jaws
"Isn't Charles on some new sh*t?"
Screw this - Eric Cartman
I'm moving
(Hook)
I can wonder why, but I know you hate me, it's fine
It's cool
I don't want to die, but the love created me, it's fine
It's cool
I'm just a dirty white boy
I'm just a dirty white boy
I'm just a dirty white boy
Waiting for the pearly gates to take me right back

(Verse 2)
Same sweatsocks for a year and some change
My songs are my thoughts so you're hearing deranged
The fear of the strange has me hearing my brain
Faith in suicide but fearing the pain
p*ssed that gay and queer is the same
I hate Frank Ocean
Here is the drain
And the homo-ass thoughts that peer in my brain
Has me standing right the motherf*cking here looking strange
Dearly estranged
I clearly refrain from hearing your name
I want my soul smeared with a chain
I pick up my acoustic and I smile at the thoughts I shared
Psychically, because they're too raw to share
The piano is too heavy to travel with
And the pain I channel
Is too heavy to battle with
No Coke, I am the heaviest accident
You met me when heaven accepted me as their bast*rd kid
(Hook)

(Bridge)
All this pain I give to you, O Lord
My scars, my pain, I give it to you, O Lord
I know my role, my job
I may not touch your robe
If I die before I wake, please let me know
So I can know

(Hook)