Pray before I drift into sleep
Salvation is a gift and a curse
Knees down on the steps of the church
Hell bound as I step through the earthOld folks begging for redemption
Lost souls scratching at a stained glass window
Where the grease players touch where the young souls sing about happy days
Cold hands clutching on a lifeline
Hung by a man that preaches from a page
Given by another man that was looking for a rope or a reasonYou and I don't feel obliged
Oh good LordBut maybe I'm going to hell, yeah
Maybe you're going to hell yeah
For all our wicked crimes
But if we're already going to hell yeah
Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified
Stoned and crucifiedPray before I drift into sleep
Salvation is a gift and a curse
Knees down on the steps of the church
Hell bound as I step through the earthSales man pitching from a soap box
Look at you pushing all ya sons and daughters
Like lambs to the slaughter keep feeding that book of revelation
If forgiveness is only for the privileged
Does the light shine brighter on a saint or a sinner
Who's praying to the sky keep looking for a chance of salvationYou and I don't feel obliged
Oh good LordBut maybe I'm going to hell yeah
Maybe you're going to hell yeah
For all our wicked crimes
But if we're already going to hell yeah
Hell we might as well get stoned and crucified
Stoned and crucifiedLetter to my heavenly father
Would you worry 'bout me drowning or just walking on water
Always felt that you would grab me 'fore I dearly departed
Loved you dearly but despair's all I feel when I frolic
Around the weary word is bad but it was broken by preachers
Pay my offerings, but officers was living like leeches, I'm feelin' lost in me
Church but my apartment is the smokers hangout
Behind my building is the dealers crib
They smoke and hangout
I go to school with all the dealer's kids
They love to bang out
They know it's wrong but they don't feel the need to open their mouth
I thought you said the truth was taught by those who go in your house
But all I see is liars lying on my grandmomma's couch
You made a kingdom out of solomon, I see you disregard the sin
But what about the sodom and gomorrah shit is hopeless it's the crap
I hope you're not offended by the thoughts inside my mind
But hell it's hard to admit it's all you got I'll take my sideBut maybe I'm going to hell yeah
Maybe you're going to hell yeah
For all our wicked crimes
But if we're already going to hell yeah
Hell we might as well get stoned and crucified
Stoned and crucified
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