Lyrics:

Jesus Christ wore leather, played rock and roll. He sold me some blow.
Abraham Lincoln smoked crack cocain on the down low.

Yeah, I'm an inveterate, bonafide degenerate.

Mother Mary spread her legs for me and I made her bleed.
Buddha smoked me out, then sucked me off, and swallowed my seed.

Yeah, I'm an inveterate, bonafide degenerate.

But don't you try to turn the ordinary people into saints.
Cause everybody loves, and everybody fears, and everybody hates.
And all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground.
They're waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down.

Brother Gandhi turned a trick or two in his day.
Mother Teresa liked to touch little girls in a special way.

Yeah, I'm an inveterate, bonafide degenerate.

Martin Luther King traded slaves down the river wild.
Jesus Christ wore leather, played rock and roll on the radio dial.

Yeah, I'm an inveterate, bonafide degenerate.

But don't you try to turn the ordinary people into saints.
Cause everybody loves, and everybody fears, and everybody hates.
And all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground.
They're waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down.

Yeah, I'm an inveterate, bonafide degenerate.

But don't you try to turn the ordinary people into saints.
Cause everybody loves, and everybody fears, and everybody hates.
And all the extraordinary people they never touch the ground.
They're waiting on the ordinary people to count the hours down.