Lyrics Baptized - Funeral Chic

Baptized

Hooded preacher got a gun to your head
Baptized in chloroform
No pride, no stars, only bars
It all dies with you and yours
Given no weapon of choice by the power
They don’t know what it’s like to live in vicious desperation
I will bet your fucking sheets and burning crosses you will feel every pain
Hooded preacher got a gun to his head, baptized in chloroform Vicious
desperation belongs to you and you fucking earned it