Burn your keepsake Written on a piece of paper Open your wings Come into my room
There’s a sign on the wall There’s a hole in your hand It’s an endless rope And a penniless bag Break your halo up into two You're asking me but I’m telling you
Hold on to your lies My patience is dry
You make the mess and I'll clean the floor I watch religion start a war And I don’t know why I see the rich feed on the poor My generation is the whore of the school ground
God is great And men are dirt Open the door To our new chapel of hurt There’s a sign on the wall
There’s a hole in your hand It’s an endless rope And a penniless bag After I’m gone I could show you the truth That there’s no heaven or hell Whether it’s me or its you so
Hold on to your lies My patience is dry
You make the mess and I'll clean the floor I watch religion start a war And I don’t know why I see the rich feed on the poor My generation is the whore of the school ground
Open your mouth wide swallowing your lies Open your mouth wide swallowing your lies Lies
You make the mess and I'll clean the floor I watch religion start a war And I don’t know why
You make the mess and I'll clean the floor I watch religion start a war And I don’t know why I see the rich feed on the poor My generation is the whore of the school ground