a million new edits, checkin out my words,
no sex and no violence, then they'll be heard,
for the christian generation,
and the kingdom that they built
I swear to god I'll never understand it

edit out
(check my songs on Monday)
edit out
guess they weren't too "family"
edit out
all the words have been plainly said
I can't tell out guest Chucky that he'd love it
edit out
where do those songs go?
got a hundred in escrow
stab me in the back, all week long
this is all that we've learned about parodists?

edit out
showed the new stuff to my neigbours
edit out
told them I was on best behaviour
edit out
show them the meaning I've hid on the sly,
but somehow they edit, without trying
so edit out
what I thunk on Saturday
couldn't show it to the kids on Sunday
writing for beagles all brains gone
and this is all I have learned about writing
and this is all I have learned about writing

a million new edits, checkin out my words,
no sex and no violence, then they'll be heard,
for the christian generation,
and the kingdom that they built
I swear to god I'll never understand it
oh god why don't they ever understand it?
what will it take to understand it?