Lyrics
Sometimes this city's a church
The steeple built by loose lips
Worship is a foreign word
We got rules and hatred
I hope you know this is for you
Laughter in your boring lungs
I'll write this down, toss back a few
Cutting off your lustful tongue
Fire in the hole, they scream
I don't want to contradict myself
But that's another topic
Let me find a reason
I'll let you find a life
What's it all for
What's it all about
That can't be the best that you come up with
That can't be your magnum opus
I give you all my pity
Writer(s): Neev
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