My lover's got humourShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapprovalI should've worshipped her soonerIf the heavens ever did speakShe's the last true mouthpieceEvery Sunday's getting more bleakA fresh poison each week"We were bo sick"You heard them say itMy church offers no absolutesShe tells me "worship in the bedroom"The only heaven I'll be sent toIs when I'm alone with youI was bo sick, but I love itCommand me to be wellAmen, Amen, AmenTake me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my lifeIf I'm a pagan of the good timesMy lover's the sunlightTo keep the goddess on my sideShe demands a sacrificeDrain the whole seaGet something shinySomething meaty for the main courseThat's a fine looking high horseWhat you got in the stable?We've a lot of starving faithfulThat looks tastyThat looks plentyThis is hungry workTake me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my lifeNo masters or kings when the ritual beginsThere is no sw
برچسب:
نویسنده: یوسف صادقی
تاريخ: جمعه
20 بهمن
1396 ساعت: 16:06