Sing Parishioners Lyrics

Grinning within bluestone walls, the tenants will find your division. They're
generally not favorable to a man of your endeavors (you know it all). They
can offer you much more love, since teens are out of reach. Bite the bar and
scratch the paint and we'll see if God can spare a priest. You know it all.

As a different boy relates and surfaces more dates from repressed memories
(your Father got his own), he's denied an apology. Your father got his own.
Father got his own. Father got his own. Father got his own. Father got his own. Father got his own. Father got his own. Father got his own. And Father
got his......

Breathing down the neck of the Father in this lonely place there's a hand
around your shoulder. The grand mistake was coming clean and I mean in
all forms. Kneeling down before the face of order and you're praying now,
but he's heard it all before. Your cell neighbour has taken on the role of your
Lord.

Your Lord, now that Father got his own. Your Lord, now that Father got his,
Father got his own.

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