The Red Sacristy

Sorry to disappoint
Like a bleeding cow
Or a somber, Scottish funeral

I've tried time and again
To redefine the word canonization
And of my own accord
All that I decide
Shall be declared Saints
Look me in the eyes
Slap me in the face

Okay not that fucking hard
You're fairly close, but no sitar

Hey, it's been a lot of fun
But baby I'm afraid
The song is halfway done
And I'm barely awake

How are the wife and kids
Nice, that's really, really, really great

I exhale, and step inside the dim cantina
Where my target sits in his chair



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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