Lyrics:
Tonight, a bleeding memory
Is tomorrow's guilty vein
Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
Screams across the Pontchartrain
I'm haunted by headlights
Tonight, a bleeding memory
Is tomorrow's guilty vein
Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
Screams across the Pontchartrain
I'm haunted by headlights
Congregation, please be seated
And open your prayer guides to the Book of Revelations, Psalm 69
69, 69, 69, 69, 69, 69, 69, 69, 69
I feel like my
Congregation, please be seated
And open your prayer guides to the Book of Revelations, Psalm 69
69, 69, 69, 69, 69, 69, 69, 69, 69
I feel like my
was nothing to tell
Pyschopomps beware
The boys with the auburn hair
You will know them by their bloody raiments
Coonhound bays and the sounds
There I am again in an empty cornfield
An empty cornfield
There I am again in an empty cornfield
And empty corn field
The crows fly by
Do they even
stirring the nothing in my stomach
That emptiness sprawling
Sending me crawling through the curving wreckage
I did not yet understand was wrought by my own
fact, Jesse felt so strongly that spirits were among us that he shocked his Church Street congregation one Sunday morning by announcing, “if you want
It's a celebration for the congregation
For 41 years he was a living demonstration
Leading by example providing motivation
With 3 points from
of smoke must not know
By the Age of Six I was seeing ghost
Dejavu
I ain't have clue
Where to really go
It was way more of a feeling that's for shore
Man I
gather all the ghost versions of me
accompanied by the song of the tree of life
together they fade in peace for they shall be left behind
(left behind)
Dreams die and we
Won't hold a vigil
Light a zoot but
Don't burn any bridges
She didn't know me
But she knew the digits
Ghost dog barking
Like I
Raised, in the home, of the brave, and begun
Paving, the way, was embraced, by the slum
Labeled as strange, but his name, will become
Top
It’s a beautiful day
In Auburn, Western Sydney
I’m cruising through the gritty
21 that’s my city,
It's really getting hot so the first stop
Is
my religion why don't you guess it
Chorus (4x)
This song was inspired by all you so-called saved motherfuckers out there
The ones that's backsliding
that the congregations electric and calls you a friend
Summoning their master, as he's rotting on the vine
Blurred into the obscure there's a ghost in my
you never gettin back/
I'm must confess I've been blessed with the glow/
Deliver it to the sermon, they catchin the Holy Ghost/
Hand gestures for
had five babies on the loose
Yeah, I helped her scoop 'em up
She let ride in her caboose
She took me to her congregation
Buy a ticket, save your
can’t accomplish
Pardon my patience
Frozen I'm astonished by the lack of faith in the congregation
Feel it, caught up by the Holy Ghost
Lately I done felt
a sceptic
Even when acting in front of a congregation
And now I've found a job but not a career
Surrounded by the real world, living in fear
Everyone's
the rest when collections weren't paid
(It's like I) Saw a ghost by the look on my face
I double take
It's just wind that made the curtain sway
He tried
I pray for my rival my man
Long story short whatever they tell you
Cut it in half they don't believe in ghost
James saint Patrick still run the town
harnessing sexual frustration,
Converting it into fuel,
Powering the congregation
Tour bus for a time travel fantasy.
Six thousand years in the past
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
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