Wallace

Two things you should always bring up in public Religion and politics Drink our wine, read our literature This is your church now, your prayers are liquid We grabbed hold of the wrong revolution and pickled you in it Got you drunk enough to promise us that you'd quit Fucked between a rock and a fight we cannot win But you won't hear the sinking ship over my violin When the ice is melted, what's the plan? It's getting hot and we're running out of chance Will you go find somewhere to dance off the glee And talk to the foreigners on your street? Or will you go down? But, don't focus on that Focus on my hymn 'Cause you won't hear the sinking ship over my violin In loving memory I enjoy the irony Nearer, my God to thee Nearer to thee