Secret Service Christian



I wake up,

dreading the realization

that it is time to wake up for school

and begin the innate preparation.



I have no desire to go.

No student really does,

but mine is quite different

from the normal scholastic buzz.



You see, I'm a Secret Service Christian.

I hang out with the wrong crowd.

I dress the same as the "cool" people

and play my music way too loud.



I'll curse occasionally,

just to fit in.

What is life anyway

without a little sin?



I live how I want

and play by their rules.

Why we even call "church people"

just a bunch of fools.



Religion is just for old people and kids.

The group says that's right.

If I don't do what they say,

I might get myself into a fight.



It's fun anyway

to be one of the big fish.

To be popular

was probably my biggest wish.



My parents, on the other hand,

think this music and these clothes are satanic.

I've heard them talk.

You'd think I'd thrown them into a panic.



My friends,

they also don't approve.

For a while, I thought,

that we were going to move.



My church, thankfully,

doesn't realize a thing.

They just worry

if I'll be there on Sunday to sing.



Oh, don't worry,

I 'm a Christian at heart.

My life is perfect

without the school part.



I look in the mirror

as I water my hair just a tad.

If everything is going so good,

then why aren't I glad?