Lyrics:

You swear, he comes with every evening
But it's the first I've seen him
He keeps his morals on a key ring
His intentions up his nose
You've done everything to please him
You've 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 your lipstick on my tongue
Girl, you'll be fine
But there are no atheists in the foxholes
And there are no ways 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
But 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 there are no ways to carve the same tree
And I am sure
But this is gospel
And I am sure
The choir's gonna kill me
Oh
He's gotta get away
You aim, you fire
You wait, you lineup
You pray, he's gonna kill me
All guns for a hire
Don't pay for the liar
My killer, my killer is gonna kill me
My God, your God
Is gonna kill me
My God, your God
Is gonna kill me
My God, my God
Is gonna kill me
Oh, you could riot