Neon Cathedral Lyrics - Allen Stone

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Round here they sing broken hymns 

They prayers flow better when they're soaked in gin 

The amp's dusty and sits in the corner 

By bartender that'll pickpocket your heart 

And a jukebox that'll steal your quarter 

Bartender, please give me a confession 

Exchange fear for courage in the form of a well drink 

There's a heavy current, got a long way to swim 

Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin 

Hail Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits 

Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut 

Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood 

Then I might actually feel something if I don't cover it up 

Watch their faces, familiar places 

Even if they haven't left the vinyl booth that they stayed in 

The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant 

And a truth that's so strong I'd be a fool not to chase it 

But yea, I'm a fool and I stay here 

Hope these problems bail themselves, I die in wait here 

One more, four more, fuck it a night cap 

Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I'll be right back 

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Underneath this fragile frame 

Lives a battle between pride and shame 

But I've misplaced that sense of fright 

This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine 

But listen closely as I testify 

Dependency has been a thief at night 

Thief at night, thief at night 

I read the Bible but I forgot the verses 

The liquor store is open later than the churches 

Pure by their imperfections, everything is burning 

To hell with the confessions, oh the Lord immerses 

Blessed in holy water, the sin of Holy Father 

Have you ever smelled bless that smells atmonic vodka 

11 AM in the morning and you can't get it off yet 

Comment to the preacher but it's like the pastor isn't talking 

Until the store opens I can read up on that doctrine 

The people close to me say I'm in need of a doctor 

Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles 

This the drink of the Lord, that's according to my gospel 

Open to interpretation, if you're judging it I don't want it 

I got tins that scole like my throat when I hit the bottle 

And I'm sinking and that's why I keep on drinking 

I need a refill, bar more than once every weekend 

Sweet Jesus, I'm getting amnesia 

Shaking til I'd get a taste, my faith is having seizures 

Every time I walk away and try to leave it 

Every time I walk away and try to leave it 

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Wouldn't miss it for the world 

Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church 

Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel 

Spend it all searching for God at the Neon Cathedral 

Wouldn't miss it for the world 

Baptized my vices and the bar is my church 

Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel 

Spend it all searching for God, Neon Cathedral 

Neon Cathedral 

Underneath this fragile frame 

Lives a battle between pride and shame 

But I've misplaced that sense of fight 

This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine 

But listen closely as I testify 

Dependency has been a thief at night 

Thief at night, thief at night 

Dependency has been a thief at night 

Thief at night, thief at night 

Dependency has been a thief at night 

Thief at night, thief at night