Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains: “Church Hymn For the Condemned”. Every song by Pat, minus the ones about addiction, are applicable to my everyday life and thoughts.

Lyrics:
Life’s like the feeling when you had a point, but forgot it
Had a ticket for my train of thought, but I lost it
God gave me instructions on how to live my life
But I couldn’t read his handwriting, so I burnt them last night

But I take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfection
I’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987
I can feel myself slipping away from any chance of redemption
But that’s okay ‘cause if it’s where Falwell goes, then I don’t even want any part of Heaven

A guy on TV offered to save my soul toll-free
But that would have required getting up off the couch, so I was too lazy
Instead I wait in the bushes outside of a cop’s house, holding a twelve-gauge
God isn’t dead, but I’ll get that bastard someday

And I take the beauty of my chaos over any one else’s perfection
I’ve still woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987
Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I don’t give a shit for redemption
But that’s okay ‘cause if it’s where Limbaugh goes, then I don’t even want any part of Heaven