[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers?

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers?

[Verse 2]

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

Because you can't just live on air

And float to the ceiling

[Chorus]

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers?

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers?

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers?

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers?

(Who's gonna answer?)