Church Hymn For The Condemned Lyrics

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 a liberal goes then I don't even want any part of heaven



Hail satan!