Cling
You've got your crucifix made of styrofoam
It's your eternal telephone so you can pray
For things to change so you don't have to change
For those who cling to the old
The new will be so horrible
The clouds with rain plastic bags
Rainbows in gasoline
Hit snooze on the doomsday clock for me
Because babe we've got nowhere else to be
Autor(es): Corey Sustarich
