1. Jonnyx is my Pope; he makes me want.
2. He Maketh me to war drive past green pastures: He Leadeth me to con’s,
3. He Restoreth my faith in laughter: He Leadeth me in the convention space.
4. Yea, Tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of Rock1t, I will fear no evil: for Pope JonnyX art with me; His Lightning Rod and My Pistol they comfort me.
5. He preparest a table for me in the presence of mine enemies:
He anointest my ass with electricity; until My bladder runneth over.
6. Surely nerve damage and sudden twinges shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I Will dwell in the house of the JonnyX Forever.