The Last Supper Afterparty

Jesus and all his saints couldn't save our wretched face

And no man parting some sea could keep you from me

We had to walk away from the streets that knew our names

I stutter soft and say

"I'd give you anything,

anything and everything

And you can tell the town

We're down till we're underground"

We lost the heartache sound when our order was found

I burned a testament and misused 'heaven-sent'

We made a comeback and it, it was received quite well

The earth, for all its worth, never seemed so far from Hell

Preach on and on

Spread the good word of the holy healing

Breathe in, breathe out and on

Likely lifers put to song and dance

and air has never seemed so clear

I got a love/hate relationship with love and hate

I get lost here and there

You could say I was into the fact you even cared

I'm a believer of there's nothing up above

that could or should replace my Sunday's saving grace

I repent the times that I said you don't exist

My gospels from the Church of Stereo Activists