Catholic Fashion Lyrics - Singles - Ninja High School

Hell with no tercels is the worst hell. five minutes after brakes 

chasing windmills. we were all born short, that is why we wear 

heels. even the pope wants that bass you feel. he's got tinted windows 

and purple stripes, every other part of the car is white. when he 

honks the horn she knows it's time. arguing all day and every 

night. he'll move out of his parents' when she becomes his wife. the 

shine on crucifixes makes you blind! who the fuck but jesus can say 

you're fine? who the fuck then? god's in me.. 

fibreglass hummingbird...tiny bird looks rad! the hummingbird's a 

civic - jesus died for your sins - catholic fashion, that's not just 

bread you're eating 

lesson in Civics #1: no hubcaps 'till you're sure you're done. black 

windshield keeps out the sun. kinda meaty purr when the engine 

runs. hanging out by the girl school all of june, like a line of cabs 

but better groomed. local parents think the kids are doomed. sleepy 

lids from monoxide fumes. girl he knows leaning on the roof, offers 

her a ride but it's no use. hatchback: graduation's kissing 

booth. held back - goddammit!!! 

pull up to the church peel out like a prayer. and not a god damned 

thing can mess my hair. don't need satisfaction 'cause there's 

something there beyond what you see, feel, hear, or wear... whatever! 

let the priests worry about that! he's on the cross to get my 

back. most of the time salvation seems like a trap. bass bins = harps, 

halos = hubcaps. we have it figured out, it's the will of the lord: 

holiness is black light running boards! it's right there in the bible, 

building absorbed, from the first man - i'm adam!