It's all just a game,
This righteousness in God's name.

Sinning is compulsion,
Sinning is completion.

These contradictory ways,
These marital lays.

It's all to bring a sense of order,
In a stupid, chaotic disorder.

For one man to run and another to chase.
One woman to relax and another to race.

It's silly this righteousness we seek.
By the day, by definition, getting bleak.