LYRIC
On the street that Hutchinson prophesied we’re all gonna die, and God will destroy Boston
Then was exiled to Bronxville
And when it ends that’s where I’ll go [Jac] I don’t think that this theology
Can characterize me
I’ve no affliction; it’s yr projection
When I leave i’ll be vindicated [Mattie] I want to think the episcopalians at park street
Don’t mind that though, I look like a boy that’s not what I’m going for
Nobody here minds, what the fuck I look like
As long as I don’t speak or if I do it’s not about collective bargaining [Jac] I know about…
This theology…
Nothing here was made for me
I’ll show you a real affliction
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