Profanity Prayers - Beck

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