True Believers Lyrics - Phosphene Dream - The Black Angels

In the middle of the holding out, 

Nobody will be dropped out 

Except fake gods whose faux pas 

Are offsetting bets 

Well who knows yeah who knows 

Which birds will be left, 

To sing and sing and sing for me? 

Well who knows which birds 

Will be left for me? 

Hare came to me 

In the month of August 

Mary loves Sally the most 

Maybe Buddha is the true 

Son of God's kiss 

Maybe you'll never know 

"Woo hoo," they sang 

As they crossed the river 

"Woo hoo," they said 

As they prayed to Jesus 

Woo hoo, the walls fell on Jericho 

Well who knows, 

Yeah who knows 

Which birds will be left, 

To sing and sing 

And sing for me? 

Yeah who knows which birds 

Will be left for me? 

Well no one knows 

"Woo hoo," they yelled 

When they came to Mecca 

Beat them as they go 

"Woo hoo," they said 

As they read the Vedas 

Leave them, let them go 

Spinning sufis on their heads 

Are hearing tones of wisdom 

Devilish women warning 

Men of their actions, 

Now bring them 

To you and me