Neon Cathedral (feat. Allen Stone)

One, two, now

Round here they sing broken hymns

The prayers flow better when they're soaked in gin

The amp's dusty, and sits in a corner

By a 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 welldrink

There's a heavy current, got a long way to swim

Closed the Bible awhile ago, I need some shots for the sin

Hail Mary, come with me, feel like 'Pac when it hits

Got some fire in my belly and a ride 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

Rusted faces, familiar places

Even if they haven't left the vinyl booth that they stay in

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 yet, I'm a fool and I stay here

Hope these problems drown themselves, I die and wait here

One more, four more, fuck it, a night cap

Service starts at five 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 pride

This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine

Listen closely as I testify

Dependency has been that 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 church is

Pure by the imperfections everything that's burning

To hell with the confessions, all the Lord immerse us

Blessed in holy water, the sin, oh, holy Father

Have you ever smelled blessed that sweats out Monarch vodka?

11 AM in the morning and you can't get it off ya

Calling to the preacher but it's like the pastor isn't talking

Until the store opens, I can reup on that doctrine

The people close to me say that I'm in need of a doctor

Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles

This is the drink of the Lord, that's according to my gospel

Open to interpretation, if you're judging I don't want it

I got sins that scold like my throat when I hit the bottle

And I'm sinking and that's why I keep on drinking

I need a refill, far more than once every weekend

Sweet Jesus, I'm getting amnesia

Shake until I 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 artists then I pawned off the easels

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 artists then I pawned off the easels

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 pride

This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine

Listen closely as I testify

Dependency has been that thief at night

Thief at night

Thief at night

Dependency has been that thief at night

Thief at night

Thief at night

Dependency has been that thief at night

Thief at night

Thief at night