Тексты песен
These days the dust doesn't settle
On the face of things, you're just a freckle
And you know things could start to get better
But is it any wonder you've been freakin' out?
If you can keep your wits about you
Payday loans will build an altar
I'll be leader, holy roller
We'll drink red wine mixed with cola
I'm gonna start a religion
Something to keep my hands busy
Paint our angels on the ceiling
We need something to believe in
Oh, I know I know I know the feeling
Is this real? Believe it I couldn't
The play is bad, the acting is wooden
And God, you're a hell of a woman
But is it any wonder you've been freakin' out?
Our paradise is gold and lit
By porno sites and contour kits
Oh, our data trail's long
We'll never die, we'll linger on
I'm gonna start a religion
Something to keep my hands busy
Paint our angels on the ceiling
We need something to believe in
Oh, I know I know I know the feeling
Oh, you've been old too long
Did you really think you knew what we would want
I guess you fancied a change
Oh, oh, oh, you fancied a change
Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I'm gonna start a religion now
For all of the kids with no future
Paint our angels on the ceiling
We need something to believe in
Oh, I know I know I know the feeling