Sex & Religion

Repent, repent, repent ye sinners What do you think you got, when you thought you had a lot But all your feelings are dead? And who do you think you are, when you're reaching for the stars But all your feelings are dead? Must you make a decision, between s*x and religion Why can't you love God in your bed? chorus: Well, jesus christ is in your bed tonight, to bring you back from the dead How are you gonna fight for what you think is right If all your feelings are dead? And what can you know of love, from the eyes of a child to the heavens above When all your feelings are dead? It's a tragic condition, s*x and religion, makin' a manic mess in your head (chorus) Jesus christ, or any son of the heatless light When all your feelings are dead Resurrection! I raise my hands high up into the air Get down on my knees and start-a-prayin' When love walks in, my body begins I feel my promised land comin', but I gotta go to hell now And those creatures, evangelist preachers The ones that take money, for the promise of hope Well, they are dangerous, I'm not dangerous Brain washing us, and we're not gonna take it (solo) I just wanna know, oh, lord, how it is so How is it that you can take my sins away? Oh, lord tell me, so I can see the light again I don't think anybody can take my sins away How can the truth be known, if we got little black holes in our souls And all our feelings are dead? Are we imprisoned by s*x and religion Or is God the one that's trapped in our mess? (chorus) Jesus christ, or any son of the heatless light To bring you back from the dead So remember now folks, when you kneel to pray Blow a little kiss to the hypocrites Good God knows when you turn the other cheek Which direction you're pointing it [holy shit. holy jesus christ, I hurt your brain, hah, great god, steve, oh my fingers are numb, right now yeah, they're numb can I deprive my brain of oxygen? ]