Withered Hand
Religious Songs
I don't really know what I should dolike, should I be passing this bread along to you?And I don't really know what the wine was forcos if it was Jesus' blood, wouldn't there be more?I'm knocking on Kevin's front doorI'm singing religious songsand getting the words wrongmy hair's getting too longfor this congregationreligious songsI'm getting the words wrongmy hair's getting too longand they're saying"How does he really expect to be happywhen he listens to death metal bands?"la la la la laIf there's manna from heaventhen you're disinclined to shareyou stole my heart and I stole your underwearyou said religion is bullshitit's all about metaphorwell if I need a fence to sit onLetras de cancionesthen I'll sit on yours, sit on yoursdreaming of Babylon's whoresI'm singing religious songsand getting the words wrongmy hair's getting too longfor this congregationreligious songsI'm getting the words wrongmy hair's getting too longand they're saying"How does he really expect to be happywhen he listens to death metal bands?"la la la la laI knew you so long I ran out of cool things to sayI still bump into friends that we both had yesterdaywhen they ask me how I am, I lie and say I'm doing finethey still manage to tell me I'm an easy lay holidaywell that's okay, remember you thought I was gay?Well, I beat myself off when I sleep on your futonI walk in the rain with my secondhand suit onbeat myself off when I sleep on your futonI walk in the rain, and I'm thinkingif I happen to die tonight in my sleepI'll have cum and your blood on my handla la la la la
From Letras Mania