This is a song about "Praising"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Heathens praising weakened legions

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

And she deserves praising. fuck all of you who try to hurt her.

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways