Under the Church

 

UNDER THE CHURCH

 

Up in the pews we all smell so sweet

Nodding our heads like we know what it means
And the preachers so stoic and the children all sing
And every things perfect and it don't mean a thing

Chorus:
And under the church we're tragic cartoons
Hiding our bones inside of our tombs
And it is like it is for better or worse
Life is for real…down under the church.

Out in the graveyard covered in mud
We're biting our lips till we're spitting out blood
And we spend our lives naked; putting on airs
Trying to make them all love us as if anyone cares

Chorus:
And under the church we're tragic cartoons
Hiding our bones inside of our tombs
And it is like it is for better or worse
Life is for real…down under the church.

Bridge:
Under the church theres a fire that's burning 
Deep down inside us, everyone knows

That a catacomb echoes with the murmurs and moans 
Of a billion hearts beating in the their prisons of stone

Chorus:
And under the church we're tragic cartoons
Hiding our bones inside of our tombs
And it is like it is for better or worse
Life is for real…down under the church.