This one is pretty awful

She gives me some form of eye contact
 But I can't break away quick to see
Was it interest, no matter in the park
 Or was it obvious disgust

What's the matter, I shouldn't bother
 Who needs an angel when there's people lost
I don't need a better half
 I just need one good half
Even with these cut-ups no longer in key

Keep your sacred with your secrets
 Dredge the lakes where bodies rest at
Leave them in your closet, cabinet,
 Underneath your pillow, underneath the mattress
In the sock drawer next to the condoms
 In the cracks in the sidewalk
Mary and the Dirt run free

I'll be the judge
I'll be the arbiter
Even though I'm going straight to hell

See, I told ya