Religious Upbringing

A quiet thunder sounds, a holy temple you taste in her mouth
Both of you worsening like a plague
You know you taste it now, the holy smoke she spewed
From the shapes in her mouth

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

You both talked a lot, you talked all night
But you always forgot what you had said
So you were taught when young to pray to God
But you meet the Devil in his temple and realize he's you

Six, six, six
Six, six, six
Six, six, six
Six, six, six

Graves in the lot
We all rot
Graves in the lot
We all rot

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Came the end of days
The dreams of love and the dreams of fame slowly fade
You're left with all you really need
Knowing God and yourself in concerted harmony

Graves in the lot
We all rot
Graves in the lot
We all rot
Graves in the lot
We all rot

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Six, six, six
Six, six, six
Six, six, six
Six, six, six



Credits
Writer(s): Reynold Beaton
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