Church Of Wilson Lyrics

Give yourself away if you want
How did your Daddy get so gaunt
It's a pretty face that you know

What's a boy to do when a girl's untrue
Put your bell on your bike
And its not my right to kill son
I'm an acolyte from the mighty

Church of Wilson

Yeah the world's a mess and I know You don't need me to tell you so
Who's it gonna hurt to be Kings
Playing I the shiny things

Want to make my move to
the throwback groove
While there's stream in the pipes
And its not my right to kill son
I'm an acolyte from the mighty

Church of Wilson
Church of Wilson

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