[Intro]
They say it's hard to live down a checkered past. A man with a criminal record often has a tough time going straight, and when he decides to shift over to what the world calls "virtuous living," often report, "They just won't forget, they won't let me forget." There's one story we haven't told until now. It's the story of what happened to a man who made the switch from the things of God to the things of the world

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Father (hey), I confess for doing it
I had a brain (yes), but life had to ruin it (gone)
Screw in it (thoughts), twist it, infect it (kill)
Dissect it (spit), don't respect it (blood)
When you put me in a cage full of animals (creepy)
Savages (killers), and cold-blooded cannibals (monsters)
I can't help but become what's around me ([?])
Tried to run, but they found me, surround me (shit)
Then they choke ya (squeeze), and provoke ya (tease)
Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joker (he he he)
I tried to rip it off (wait), but its all I know (it's)
The only thing I ever knew (me), so what to do?
Look at you (never), a bigot till your growin' old (evil)
You're growin' mold, with a soul that's freezin' cold (so?)
So I confess, but even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone

[Chorus]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
[Verse 2: Violent J]
I confess, this lady had a purse (old), so I took it (snatch)
I took it home, opened it up, and shook it (look)
She had papers (comb), lipstick and nail polish (shit)
Credit cards and about twenty-seven dollars (change)
I bought a fifth (liquor), drank it and laid there (stoned)
It seemed like I could see the purse everywhere (bone)
On the light post (look), by this mail box (look)
I tried to run from it (where?), I ran a couple blocks (look!)
But there it was, on the side walk, waitin' for me (shit!)
It tried to lure me to it (stop!), I had to fuckin' do it (no!)
I picked it up ([?]), and stuck my fuckin' hand in it (Agh)
It was full of rats (Ah!), and they fuckin' bit it off (Why?)
Father I confess, I'm a criminal ([?])
But my worlds too subliminal, around me
Look at them, all the wicked masses
That's why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes

[Chorus]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side

[Bridge]
It's like a circus, a wicked carnival
Everybody's got a ticket, they're lookin'
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Look at yourself, the joke's on you, Jack
[Outro]
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
(I confess to ya!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
(Accept my confession!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(I'm down with the clown for life! A life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
(I confess to ya!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(I'll be down! Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
(I confess to ya! For life!)