Dillinger Four

Dillinger Four - The Father, The Son, And the Homosexual... lyrics

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They called it faith 

They called it fair 

They called it resolution 

I call it shit when we were alone 

They simply paid no mind 

You'd suffered such a crime 

Then there you were 

A mother way too soon 



They said you'd made your bed 

Then they filled your head 

With the sound 

The bells of a cathedral 

You say you're still ashamed 

I with that I could make it stop 



Like salt thrown over shoulder 

A coin tossed in a fountain 

Not unlike a knock on wood 



You said only in as much 

As you were sensitive to touch 

Did you feel like a human when they spoke 

And so you hid your life 

All bottled up inside 

Just enough to make 

Your angels choke 



You took all you heard 

And tried to make them your own words 

Only deafened by the sound 

The bells of a cathedral 

Now you hate yourself and I wish that I could make it fucking stop 



All my life 

Surrounded, unfounded 

Teachings thought as threats 

I won't forget
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