Lyrics
Church bells ring on a Sunday morn
We make love in our bedroom across the street
Going to hell like we were warned
Might make the children scared but you can't fool me
I say a prayer to Natalie Anne,
Only she could ever forgive my every sin
That's where the end of faith begins
Church bells ring on a Sunday morn
In the name of a father I know you raised me fine
The sun that I worship when it keeps we warm
Confiding in holy spirit's a waste of time
I say a prayer in my mother's ear
All the desperate wishes that somebody's god won't hear
I know the end of faith is near
The congregation sings
In four part harmonies
Praise to the king of kings
Once a week
But there's no miracles
Just how we treat ourselves
And all those ringing bells
Won't set you free
Church bells ring on a Sunday morn
The body of Christ is served with a cheap red wine
Confetti on the ground from the day before
Who thought that a wedding somehow would keep us in line
I say a prayer to Natalie Anne
All the beautiful things in the world we can believe
This is the end of faith for me
