Fences

There are no more boundary lines there is no lose or win
Someone told us what to do and we got rid of him
Dancing in the streets it was the funeral of sin
But now we pray for just a little bit of trouble
To get in

Now that we are holy we still have this lingering ache
Searching for that treasure chest of brand new rules to break
But even if we find it we'll soon be in this same mess
Of breaking them and once more needing higher fences
We can pass

So I'll show you transgression like you've never seen before
It will make you physically sick when you see the blood and gore
I'll show you how low a holy man like me can fall yes
I'll commit the very last sin on the table
I won't do anything at all



Credits
Writer(s): Lewis Knudsen
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