Pagan Prayer

Church, they're staring ya down in
Church, a thorn in your crown, you're-
Cursed, you're talk of the town
All broke and hell to pay

Sublime, they peddle their hope
Sublime, you're antipope
Blood wine, you're sticking to dope
There will be hell to pay

Heaven holds no fascination
You crack a sinner's smile
For faith, it takes imagination
But you got heathen style

Church, they're staring ya down in
Church, a thorn in your crown, you're-
Cursed, you're talk of the town
All broke and hell to pay

Sublime, they peddle their hope
Sublime, you're antipope
Blood wine, you're sticking to dope
There will be hell to pay

Your neighbors get no vaccinations
Believe the earth is flat
You get an eternal vacation
If you believe in that

You'll never party with the saints now
It wasn't in your plan
You led a life of no restraint now
And you're forever damned

You're gonna jump into the fire
It's crazy hot in there
You got to get the party started
Just say your pagan prayer

They're staring ya down
Church, church
Talk of the town
Church, there's hell to pay
Church, come judgement day
What will ya say?
Church, you're messing around in
Church, messing around
Church



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Conte
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