church

Don't make me go back to the church

Don't make me swallow no stars

Don't make me lean on no gods

I don't trust him one bit

Don't make me sing to clouds

Don't say I'm so depraved

Saints in all of my nightmares

Peter come, Peter go, Peter go, Peter go

Oh Mama, I hate to disappoint you

Oh Papa, I'm just grabbing at lightning

Oh love, I'm sorry for promises I've made with no intentions

Don't take me on back to the church

Why y'all got mouths for ears?

Mercedes, Lexus in your driveway

Don't you fucking see the beggars at your doorstep?

Token home for the broken

Or broken home made for toking on the blunt of bibles

Fig trees, blunt folks with blunt minds

And blank eyes and blank smiles and

Where is Gabriel?

Where is Michael?

Where the angels?

I wanted to be here

I wanted to stay here

I love you to death but I won't make my grave here

I wanted to be here

I wanted to stay here

I love you to death but I won't make my grave here

(Don't make me go back to the church)

(Don't make me go back)

(Don't you make me go back to the church)

(Don't make me go back)

Where is the angels I knew in the bible?

I hope I can see it, I pray for survival

I know that there's more

I call on the Lord, he don't pick up the phone

If you still have my number, I hope you remember

Goodbye

I'm gone