If We're Not Careful, We'll Turn Into Alcoholics. I Mean... Catholics

Sweetness too cold to stay for long
It lingers not much more than mist
Holy water's got you choking
Not enough to get you in the booth
More than enough to make us sick
So sick
So sick
So sick
So sick!

A score of poets side to side
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some—

Shots! From a—glass!—or the barrel of a gun!
Pack our bags!—and be—head!—lights on cars!
Please forget it all, please forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the stars

The pious kneel with souls concealed
They scream, it echoes in their ears
All throughout their many wasted years
Keep your title, speak your language
World's all one so they will never know
Won't know
Won't know
Won't know
Won't know!

A score of poets side to side
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some—

Shots! From a—glass!—or the barrel of a gun!
Pack our bags!—and be—head!—lights on cars!
Please forget it all, please forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the

Guilty chases, unfocused faces
Not what you made it, not in a state to hate it
Loved ones must forsake this war you've lost

A score of poets side to side
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some—

Shots! From a—glass!—or the barrel of a gun!
Pack our bags!—and be—head!—lights on cars!
Please forget it all, please forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the

A score of poets side to side
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some—

Shots! From a—glass!—or the barrel of a gun!
Pack our bags!—and be—head!—lights on cars!
Please forget it all, please forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the stars

Oh!
Woo!