Life's like the feeling when you had a point but forgot it Had a ticket for my train of thought but I lost it God gave me instructions on how to live my life But I could read his handwriting so i burnt them last night
But I take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfection I've woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987 I can feel myself slipping away from any chance of redemption But that's okay 'cause if it's where Falwell goes then I don't even want any part of heaven
A guy on TV offered to save my soul toll free But that would have required getting up off the couch so I was too lazy Instead I wait in the bushes outside of a cop's house holding a twelve guage God isn't dead but I'll get that bastard someday!
And I take the beauty of my chaos over any one else's perfection I've still woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987 Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I don't give a shit for redemption But that's okay 'cause if it's where Limbaugh goes then I don't even want any part of heaven
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Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains
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