Always said your prayers,
Like a good boy should, like a good boy should,
Fingers pressed against the cold glass window watching stars so free, stars so free"¦
You would run but where,
Even if you could, even if you could,
You could try but you'd never run fast enough to not be seen, not be seen"¦
Every Sunday morning
You would go to your church
in your Sunday clothes,
Daddy leads a choir of angels, if they'd only know
But they'll never know, never know"¦
The name of god is never taken in vain
But the hand of god is known to cause a multitude of pain,
When he speaks through your daddy
And he isn't very pleased
So shut your foul ungrateful mouth and get down on your knees"¦
And have you seen my wounded Jesus
Bloodied son of a preacher's mean touch
Nothing like the cold shoulder of a pious man to
Show you what true faith in god's love can't do
Mama looks away
You know she got a dose of that religion yesterday
Her sacrifices made
Will someday set you free, set you free"¦
She will not betray
Her promises in front of god naively prayed,
After years of living without questioning
She still believes, she still believes, she still believes"¦
And have you seen my wounded Jesus
Bloodied son of a preacher's mean touch
Nothing like the cold shoulder of a pious man to
Show you what true faith in god's love can't do
And I can blame his painful indecision
On the cruel unyielding arm of his religion
Don't know whether to stay a part of worldly things
Or close his eyes and take a breath and spread his wings
And fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away, flay away"¦.
Always said your prayers,
Like a good boy should, like a good boy should,
Fingers pressed against the cold glass window watching stars so free"¦