Somewhere between a church and a whorehouse,

I grew up.

My family a conglomeration of both saints and sinners,

Both sides expecting me to play to one,

I walked a line down the middle 

And my stoicity pleased none,

 

Somewhere between a church and a whorehouse

I made my choices

I wasn't meant to wear high collars and kneel in chapel pews,

Yet I have my peace with God

I dance until my feet callous

But alcohol will never touch my lips

 

Somewhere between a church and a whorehouse

I learned that purity is more than a white gown and an untouched body

Rosary beads can only hide so much,

And a surrender to humanity

Does not mean a surrender to Lucifer

 

Somewhere between a church and a whorehouse

The world keeps turning whether or not you give a damn

And anti-conformists flock together because they've always felt alone

Bath me in holy water or paint me with sin

I know my place and I know this world we live in

 

Somewhere between a church and a whorehouse

I learned not to judge, doesn't matter who you love or

What you look like, the world kicks you when your down,

So I won't add to the carnage when you try to stand up,

 

Somewhere between a church and a whorehouse.