Model Citizen

Keep your conscience locked in a jar in your pantry

Ignoring what the preacher man says on Sunday

Tell the children one thing then do another

You could change your life, but you don’t bother

Life here in heaven sure is sweet

But you’re deceiving every person you meet

Waltzing around acting like you care

They might call you on it, but never dare

You could start to do good

But you don’t have the time

Sleeping around

Drinking too much wine

You’re the model citizen

Out in the world

But behind closed doors

You’d make a stripper hurl

So take your red dress

And slip on some shoes

‘Cause in the end

You’re just bad news