Church of Pain V2
Posted: 18 Jul 2019, 00:28
Jesus carves a hollow in you,
builds Himself a place to live.
Scuttling ushers take up offering,
ransom for the rebel King.
When my time comes I'll bite the biscuit,
wash it with a sup of wine.
Tell Mother Mary how I'm sorry
to have hurt her baby boy.
He carves a hollow in the breast,
crawls inside to live.
Scuttling butlers with silver plates
take up offering.
Tear-streaked mascara, your
hair an apostasy of tangles,
I bite the Eucharist.
This is the way we say sorry.
builds Himself a place to live.
Scuttling ushers take up offering,
ransom for the rebel King.
When my time comes I'll bite the biscuit,
wash it with a sup of wine.
Tell Mother Mary how I'm sorry
to have hurt her baby boy.
He carves a hollow in the breast,
crawls inside to live.
Scuttling butlers with silver plates
take up offering.
Tear-streaked mascara, your
hair an apostasy of tangles,
I bite the Eucharist.
This is the way we say sorry.