"From high upon your crucifix you preach about my triple six, you spit about my this and that, and yank away your welcome mat. With a coupon Jesus Christ would save, so don't you christians misbehave, cuz Santa makes the list himself, and he's rotting on the wherehouse shelf. And all the boys in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline, dead, dead, dead, dead, your god is dead to me." = Leftover Crack - Atheist Anthem.