You swear he comes here every evening
But it's the first I've seen him
He keeps his morals on a key ring
His intentions up his nose
You've done everything to please him
You've centred all your leanings
Still it feels like no one's listening
Hear it dripping in their undertones
I wish we could depart
Under mysterious circumstances
Put your lipstick on my tongue
Girl, you'll be fine
There are no atheists in the foxholes
There are no ways to carve the same tree
And I am sure
That this is gospel
And I am sure
The choir's gonna kill me
Don't go there
I swear I've eaten all my egg whites
But still you give me stage fright
You know it feels like there's a guidebook
That everyone can read but I
'Cuase when you say come closer
You really mean it's over
With your room-temperature mimosa
You forgot to chuck tonight
I wonder if it's fun
To be emotionally bankrupt
You take it as it comes
God, you'll be fine
There are no atheists in the foxholes
And there are no ways to carve the same tree
And I am sure
That this is gospel
And I am sure
The choir's gonna kill me
He's gotta get away
You aim you fire
You wait you lineup
You pray, he's gonna kill me
All guns for a hire
Don't pay for the liar
My killer, my killer is gonna kill me
My god, good god, is gonna kill me
My god, good god, is gonna kill me
My god, my god is gonna kill me
Oh, you couldn't write it
