Paroles
I get high on the church grounds
The wind in my hair, the sun overhead
On a bench or behind the stairs
We get high on the church grounds
The men of cloth stay in the candlelit box
As we unleash hell
I love the sunny days and our mortal decay
As we watch the church crumble away
I have one hand on my heart and one hand in the dark
As I search the room, robbing for you
The drugs get dealt and the cocks get felt
On the church grounds
The saints over my head defend the innocent
And the weak of heart
I get high when I hear the church bells
The ringing leads me to repeat its meaning
And play the song
The song I want is long
And it moves around and about
It has a voice singing and a guitar ringing
A fateful song
We stand high on the church grounds
Holding instruments we call infinite
Playing a strange, strange song
The strange song has drums and bombs
Blowing up and about
The saints over my head bring the song to an end
As they sing along
The song I want is long
And it moves around and about
It has a voice singing and a guitar ringing
A fateful song
The strange song has drums and bombs
Blowing up and about
The saints over my head bring the song to an end
As they sing along
