Church Hymn For The Condemned Lyrics

Life's like the feeling when you had a point, but forgot it

Had a ticket for my train of thought, but I lost it

God gave me instructions on how to live my life

But I couldn't read his handwriting

So I burnt them last night

But I'd take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfection

I've woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987

I can feel myself slipping away from any chance of redemption

But that's okay, 'cause if that's where Falwell goes

Then I don't even want any part of heaven

A guy on TV offered to save my soul toll-free

But that would've required getting up off of the couch, so I was too lazy

Instead I wait in the bushes outside of a cop's house, holding a twelve gauge

God isn't dead, but I'll get that bastard some day!

And I'd take the beauty of my chaos over anyone else's perfection

I've still woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987

Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I don't give a shit for redemption

But that's okay, 'cause if that's where Limbaugh goes

Then I don't even want any part of heaven