God and I have never talked But I still play by the rules Lust and greed, they freak me out But I see the allure Look over my shoulder As if sin even exists Moralistic musing in the Gas station, like Two bux For the right protection For a few fucks Maybe it's worth it Well, I doubt that I never believe in me Upset if I break the rules Never took you serious But your guilt still touches me It must be all that second-hand faith Rubbing off on me I always liked the music Maybe that's how they got to me Here I am all alone now thinking About how Just two bux Ooh, they got me feeling Like I'm fucked up Maybe it's worth it Well, I doubt that I still don't believe in me Upset if I break the rules