Secret Xtians

I'm going to hide from the rain
I am tired of running round while these nuns eat my grain
ransacking wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame so lame
secret christians are all the same
don't be grumpy and cold
if you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal
don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die
tonight
secret xtians
are not too bright