The Thief

Do you feel out of alignment?
Cause I have poison on my lips
Could you move and burn
I could dance and churn
Could we throw ourselves against the bench

Do you feel out of your mind yet?
Cause mass is at a fever pitch
When our few adjourn
We could spread the word
Through the looking glass bait and switch

Another preacher showed up on my TV
TEC my diocese of the evening
Diane's love don't harmonize with the Banshees
Two Cokes and a Ford, riding out to the Dead Sea

Are you in need of a contest?
A better babies winning the match
You can spew and yearn
But you'll wait your turn
I'm the holiest one of the batch

Are you in need of a seance?
Televised on PBS
Like the real McCoy
We could miss the point
A solemn requiem of a mass

Another preacher showed up on my TV
TEC my diocese of the evening
Diane's love don't harmonize with the Banshees
Two cokes and a ford, riding out to the Dead Sea

Believe me
Believe me
Believe Me

Another preacher showed up on my TV
TEC my diocese of the evening
Diane's love don't harmonize with the Banshees
Two cokes and a ford, riding out to the Dead Sea



Credits
Writer(s): Alyson Valdez, Jake Richter, Joedin Morelock, Zach Cavor
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