I went on the bus today He is on each bus always Walked the dog to town today Walked the dog to town today And heard nothing Booming God cannot be softening He beats strong with iron wings Kneeling sporty chest pumping Before the Alpha-lord He'll flex his muscles of love There's no bigger boy To gather under For I I am ready to be that boy Who can struggle with lust And being pure And how far to go with a girl And be backslapped Man of God Pumped from above I'd bite my hand In offering At least to still me The body aches For useless things The priest would tell me I'd bite my hand Then easy I'd swing Them by my side The taste, disgusting For I I am ready to be that boy Who can struggle with lust And being pure And how far to go with a girl And be backslapped Man of God Pumped from above Cocked and aimed at the right things Maybe he's not riddled with stubble Maybe he is smooth as a pebble Maybe he was always a mother Wrest into the role of another Can't say it sure One way or more