You swear, he comes with every evening
But it's the first I've seen him
Keeps his morals on a key ring
His intentions up his nose
Done everything to meet him
You centered all your leanings
Still it feels like no one's listening
You can hear it in their undertones

I wish we could depart
Under mysterious circumstances
Put the lipstick on my tongue, girl
You'll be fine

And there are no
Atheists in the foxholes
And that I know!
We used to carve the same tree
And I am sure!
But this is gospel
And I am sure!
The choir's gonna kill me!
Joe goldsmith!

I swear I've eaten all my egg whites
And still you give me stage fright
You know it feels like there's a guidebook
That everyone can read but I
'Cause when you say "come closer"
You really mean "it's over"
With your room-temperature mimosa
You forgot to chug tonight

I wonder if it's fun
To be emotionally bankrupt
You take it as it comes, God
You'll be fine

And there are no
Atheists in the foxholes
And that I know!
We used to carve the same tree
And I am sure!
But this is gospel
And I am sure!
The choir's gonna kill me
Oh

Gotta get away, away
The fire, away
Put the light out, and pray
It's gonna kill me!
A ghost for hire, to pray for a liar
A killer, a killer
Is gonna kill me
My God, your God
Is gonna kill me
My God, your God
Is gonna kill me
My God, your God
Is gonna kill me
Oh, you could riot