Sinning On a Sunday

Saturday night I'm falling out of the sky
Cuz tomorrow I'm gonna curl up and die
I think I'll need another pill to survive
Cuz now that my soul it needs a brighter light or a
Commercial lie to blur all the lines
And keep me satisfied
On tv she looked me straight in the eye and she
Said to me "I've got a remedy ready for the impious type"
For the impious type
"And when it's going down you're gonna quiver like my lover
But when the pain subsides you'll feel alright"
It was only a crime

My head got spinning since i started sinning on Sundays
Like a tourist trap or a junkie's street smack i wrote my life away
To rid my mind of all the mundane and phony possibilities
In that weekly unholy hideaway
So close your eyes we're approaching christ
Eternal strife for a singular and trivial life

With double barreled guns on the tip of my tongue
This song's the same game: an ode to my grave
I'm gonna focus on a better life
Like the care for a wife

Now I'm sacrificing love for all of the above it's called addiction
With blood red wine digging deeper in the schism of afflictions
Succumb to the weight of all the contradictions which i always deny
But try my best and keep it nice on ice

So open your eyes and give the devil your lies
And realize you're a lonely star stuck in disguise
Give the devil your eyes
Give the devil your lies
You're just another star stuck in the sky