I raped your mother then kissed her cold cheek
But lost all affection when I heard her speak
If Joseph gets home to find I'm not alone
My lipstick must not smear my frown
Then he walked through the door dropped his tools on the floor
Agape with a curious look stood unsure
'So you must be His Impotency
Who Mary speaks fondly about'
The Name of the Father is almost a clue
Conceived in the time it takes for a lie
To seek out the truth and destroy what it finds
Way down on a landslide I left you to rot
Distinguished by thorns on your crown I forgot;
Your urges like a Siberian chill
Tore families apart through their own free will
Your Father is not only present in name
Forsakened my alias God was to blame
The truth is Son I'd hoped you'd run
The family business well
I was just a humble salesman working door to door
Your impending birth assured recruitment to the cause
The Name of the Father is almost a clue
Conceived in the time it takes for a lie
To seek out the truth and destroy what it finds
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