Nobody writes gospel songs anymore
So keep standing out the tent
I was born on the floor
Now I'm forward and I'm out for a silver spoon
We just want our desert and we want it too soon
We're scared of our teeth and growing pains in our knees
Scared of being in anything that does what it please
Our base desires are scared of the fire
The birds of another would expose us as liars.
Those are hymns I hear in your voice?
You ignore the truth, ignore our love
I just ride, fuck and shout and sing oh, Tara
And tribute what you're doing ain't all wrong
The ideals of our youth have all been rejected
And maybe our hearts can be resurrected
No color or bible cause my spirit's not moved
And don't call it vital cause nothing's been proved
Except that you look good in photos and you know that you know
Who to know so that you can go
To your heaven that is my hell
To where we banish ideas and only worship what sells.
Those are hymns I hear in your voice?
You ignore the truth, ignore our love
I just ride, fuck and shout and sing oh, Tara
And tribute what you're doing ain't all wrong.
Those are hymns I hear in your voice?
It's the sound of you singing the last rights
I've been worse so many times in so many nights
Weeping nights that we made of our lives.
What about you, why the hell didn't you
They remind of the history
Or got me dead or battered and worn
To get to me
So let's go where the bell falls
And I'd sing where needs to be screamed
You can love without ideals, that's your whole dream.
Saw they're on, play their games
Leave them off to that place
And when your dream goes out in smoke
Then you won't have me to blame
Just another one we lost
Just silent the pain of play
And when your dreams have all gone broke
Will you show me what you've gained
So for all the ones we lost
Who I hope come back some day
After all the love you lost
Well, I'm not the type to pray
But if this is my last song
If these are the last words I'll ever write
I hope you won't forget
You're only free if you aren't outside.