Secret Xtians

I'm going to hide from the rain

I am tired of running round while these nuns eat my grain

ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame, so lame

secret christians are all the same

don't be grumpy and cold

if you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal

don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die

tonight

secret xtians

are not too bright