Sunday Mass

What Did You Expect?


Take a walk down to the gallows
Just another fucked up Sunday
Another day just chasing shadows
Wherever I go they follow me
Walk past the church down by the river
The man inside drinks away his liver
I confess I just can't take it
I do believe, it's all full of shit

I can't
Take this
No more

Tear apart the pages of these books
Don't believe in prophets they're all crooks
Your religions are all so corrupt
These holy wars are so fucked up
Tear apart the remnants of my youth
Sacred books don't speak the truth
Excuse me priest can I interrupt
Before this church self-destructs

Ran around my head in the clouds
The planes blew up they all fell down
Perversions of your belief system
Just another rotten symptom
Of a problem with one solution
Society without absolution
Excuse me while I test the limit
No heaven or hell, no salvation tickets

We won't
Take this
No more

Thought I'd make it out alive
Lost my faith, lost my pride
Submerge myself in holy water
Fuck the priest and fuck the altar
Thought i'd make it out alive
Lost myself, lost my pride
Drowned my faith in holy water
Fuck the priest, burn down the altar

Tear apart the pages of these books
Don't believe in prophets they're all crooks
Your religions are all so corrupt
These holy wars are so fucked up
Tear apart the remnants of my youth
Your sacred books don't speak the truth
Excuse me priest can I interrupt
Before this church self-destructs

Guess I made it out alive, I lost my pride
Doused myself in holy water
Fuck the priest burn down the altar


Autor(es): Christopher Goode