In a cast iron cage
you couldn`t help
but stare like a creature
With the laws of a brothel
and the fireproof
bones of a preacher
And your lingo coined
from the sacrament of a casino
On a government loan
with a guillotine in your libido
Who`s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who`s gonna answer
These profanity prayers
Well you know how it looks
when you pull all your books
from the table
And you stare into space
trying to discern
what to say now
And you wait at the light
and watch for a sign that
you`re breathing
Cos you can`t just live
on air and float to the ceiling
Who`s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who`s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who`s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who`s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who`s gonna answer