Religious Songs Lyrics - Good News - Withered Hand

I don't really know what I should do 

like, should I be passing this bread along to you? 

And I don't really know what the wine was for 

cos if it was Jesus' blood, wouldn't there be more? 

I'm knocking on Kevin's front door 

I'm singing religious songs 

and getting the words wrong 

my hair's getting too long 

for this congregation 

religious songs 

I'm getting the words wrong 

my hair's getting too long 

and they're saying 

"How does he really expect to be happy 

when he listens to death metal bands?" 

la la la la la 

If there's manna from heaven 

then you're disinclined to share 

you stole my heart 

and I stole your underwear 

you said religion is bullshit 

it's all about metaphor 

well if I need a fence to sit on 

then I'll sit on yours, sit on yours 

dreaming of Babylon's whores 

I'm singing religious songs 

and getting the words wrong 

my hair's getting too long 

for this congregation 

religious songs 

I'm getting the words wrong 

my hair's getting too long 

and they're saying 

"How does he really expect to be happy 

when he listens to death metal bands?" 

la la la la la 

I knew you so long I ran out of cool things to say 

I still bump into friends that we both had yesterday 

when they ask me how I am, I lie and say I'm doing fine 

they still manage to tell me I'm an easy lay holiday 

well that's okay, remember you thought I was gay? 

Well, I beat myself off when I sleep on your futon 

I walk in the rain with my secondhand suit on 

beat myself off when I sleep on your futon 

I walk in the rain, and I'm thinking 

if I happen to die tonight in my sleep 

I'll have cum and your blood on my hand 

la la la la la