If We're Not Careful, We'll Turn Into Alcoholics. I Mean... Catholics
Sweetness too cold to stay for long It lingers not much more than mist Holy water's got you choking Not enough to get you in the booth More than enough to make us sick, so sick, so sick, so sick, so sick.
A score of poets side to side, A union of cold hands collide Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains All signs to home come simply with some Shots from a glass or the barrel of a fun Pack our bags and be headlights on cars Just forget it all, just forgive 'em all They'll only be a memory of the stars
The pious kneel with souls concealed They scream, it echoes in their ears All throughout their many wasted years Keep your title, speak your language World's all one so they will never know, won't know, won't know, won't know, won't know.
A score of poets side to side, A union of cold hands collide Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains All signs to home come simply with some Shots from a glass or the barrel of a fun Pack our bags and be headlights on cars Just forget it all, just forgive 'em all They'll only be a memory of the stars
Guilty chases, unfocused faces. Not what you made it, not in a state to hate it. Loved ones must forsake this war you've lost.
A score of poets side to side, A union of cold hands collide Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains All signs to home come simply with some Shots from a glass or the barrel of a fun Pack our bags and be headlights on cars Just forget it all, just forgive 'em all They'll only be a memory of the stars