Nuns, Guns & Cowboys

Hello, I haven't seen you here before
Come join us shaking on the floor
The floor, the door to sweet oblivion
And we are dancing till it's gone
We wave our flags and sing our songs
Our songs, our songs about Utopia

You say you don't hear a sound
But I can hear the angels sing
To you it may all be death
But to me it is everything

I heard they caught you on the run
I heard they caught you with the gun, cash and stocking
Said things that were predictably shocking
Don't you say that I'm out of touch
Don't you dare claim it's all a crutch, a crutch
No, fuck you very fucking much

You say you're gone
You say you're gone

You say you don't hear a sound
But I can hear the angels sing
To you it may all be death
But to me it is everything

Don't blame me for the plagues you're bringing
The smell of despair lingers on your breath
I can hear the angels singing
As I see the world be laid to rest