Round here they sing broken hymns They prayers flow better when they’re soaked in gin The amp’s dusty and sits in the corner By bartender that’ll pickpocket your heart And a jukebox that’ll steal your quarter Bartender, please give me a confession Exchange fear for courage in the form of a well drink There’s a heavy current, got a long way to swim Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin Hail Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood Then I might actually feel something if I don’t cover it up Watch their faces, familiar places Even if they haven’t left the vinyl booth that they stayed in The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant And a truth that’s so strong I’d be a fool not to chase it But yea, I’m a fool and I stay here Hope these problems bail themselves, I die in wait here One more, four more, fuck it a night cap Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I’ll be right back
Underneath this fragile frame Lives a battle between pride and shame But I’ve misplaced that sense of fright This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine But listen closely as I testify Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night
I read the Bible but I forgot the verses The liquor store is open later than the churches Pure by their imperfections, everything is burning To hell with the confessions, oh the Lord immerses Blessed in holy water, the sin of Holy Father Have you ever smelled bless that smells atmonic vodka 11 AM in the morning and you can’t get it off yet Comment to the preacher but it’s like the pastor isn’t talking Until the store opens I can read up on that doctrine The people close to me say I’m in need of a doctor Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles This the drink of the Lord, that’s according to my gospel Open to interpretation, if you’re judging it I don’t want it I got tins that scole like my throat when I hit the bottle And I’m sinking and that’s why I keep on drinking I need a refill, bar more than once every weekend Sweet Jesus, I’m getting amnesia Shaking til I’d get a taste, my faith is having seizures Every time I walk away and try to leave it Every time I walk away and try to leave it
Wouldn’t miss it for the world Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel Spend it all searching for God at the Neon Cathedral
Wouldn’t miss it for the world Baptized my vices and the bar is my church Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel Spend it all searching for God, Neon Cathedral Neon Cathedral
Underneath this fragile frame Lives a battle between pride and shame But I’ve misplaced that sense of fight This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine But listen closely as I testify Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night
Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night