I used to go to church. (x14)
"All right, no problem, no problem." (x2)
I used to go to church. (x2)
Walking through a life, you'll find
It's so easy to get hung up on these troubled times
And so hard to know what's right to do.
You just go on walking through.
Holding to what you've been taught,
Now you're burned by all the lies that you once bought
And all the demons they created you once fought.
Has it all been for naught?
And by now I've gotten used to the cold,
Without a heavy coat to call my own.
And as we walk on through, past the church and the school in Bloomfield
(Or wherever you say),
Well I'd like to feel robbed, but there aren't any jobs
That would suit me anyway.
Walking through a life like mine,
Wherein a Crucifixation nailed itself into your mind,
You'll find no matter what you try to do,
They're gonna put that Cross on you.
And by now you've gotten used to the nails...
Never do what you are told. (x6)
Walking through a life, you'll find
It's so easy to get hung up on these troubled times
And so hard to know what's right to do.
You just go on walking through.
Holding to what you've been taught,
Now you're burned by all the lies that you once bought
And all the demons they created you once fought.
Has it all been for naught?
And by now I've gotten used to the cold,
Without a heavy coat to call my own.
And as we walk on through, past the church and the school in Bloomfield
(Or wherever you say),
Well I'd like to feel robbed, but there aren't any jobs
That would suit me anyway.
Walking through a life like mine,
Wherein a Crucifixation nailed itself into your mind,
You'll find no matter what you try to do,
They're gonna put that Cross on you.
And by now you've gotten used to the nails...