Please Don’t Piss On My Leg
And call it glory
I know your tale
I know your story
Don’t drip your lies
And name them light
Don’t crown your mess
As something right
Don’t bless my skin
With fake baptizing
Your holy rain
Ain’t that surprising
I see your stream
Your little spell
You call it truth
I smell it well
You mark your myth
You paint your claim
You try to brand
My leg with blame
But I’m not stone
I’m not your shrine
Your ritual leak
Won’t make me mine
So keep your rain
Your sacred trick
Your mercy move
Ain’t magic slick
My leg stays dry
My truth stays big
Don’t piss on me
And call it fig