Baptized - Funeral Chic

Hooded preacher got a gun to your head

Baptized in chloroform

No pride, no stars, only bars

It all dies with you and yours

Given no weapon of choice by the power

They don’t know what it’s like to live in vicious desperation

I will bet your fucking sheets and burning crosses you will feel every pain

Hooded preacher got a gun to his head, baptized in chloroform Vicious

desperation belongs to you and you fucking earned it