Religious Songs - Withered Hand

I don’t really know what I should do

Like should I be passing this bread along to you?

And I don’t really know what the wine was for

Cause if it was Jesus' blood, wouldn’t there be more?

I’m knocking on Kevin’s front door

I’m singing religious songs

And getting the words wrong

My hair’s getting too long

For this congregation

Religious songs

I’m getting the words wrong

My hair’s getting too long

And they’re saying

«How does he really expect to be happy

When he listens to death metal bands?»

La la la la la (3x)

If there’s manna from heaven then you’re disinclined to share

You stole my heart and I stole your underwear

You said religion is bullshit it’s all about metaphor

Well if I need a fence to sit on then I’ll sit on yours, sit on yours

Dreaming of Babylon’s whores

I’m singing religious songs

And getting the words wrong

My hair’s getting too long

For this congregation

Religious songs

I’m getting the words wrong

My hair’s getting too long

And they’re saying

«How does he really expect to be happy

When he listens to death metal bands?»

La la la la la (3x)

I knew you so long I ran out of cool things to say

I still bump into friends that we both had yesterday

When they ask me how I am, I lie and say I’m doing fine

They still manage to tell me I’m an easy lay holiday

Well that’s okay, remember you thought I was gay?

Well, I beat myself off when I sleep on your futon

I walk in the rain with my secondhand suit on

Beat myself off when I sleep on your futon

I walk in the rain, and I’m thinking

If I happen to die tonight in my sleep

I’ll have cum and your blood on my hand

La la la la la