Church Of Wilson Lyrics - Cotton Mather

Give yourself away if you want 

How did your daddy get so gaunt? 

It's a pretty face that you know 

What's a boy to do 

When a girl's untrue? 

Put your bell on your bike 

And its not my right to kill, son 

I'm an acolyte from the mighty 

Church of Wilson 

Yeah, the world's a mess and I know 

You don't need me to tell you so 

Who's it gonna hurt to be kings? 

Playing I, the shiny things 

Want to make my move 

To the throwback groove 

While there's stream in the pipes 

And its not my right to kill, son 

I'm an acolyte from the mighty 

Church of Wilson 

Church of Wilson