Has got you pinned to the ground
You try so many ways
And you look how that sounds
You got me telling me the differences
Between night and day
I thank the Lord
I wouldn't have it any other way

If these things sound wrong to you well they should

Jehovah's witness and the setting sun
He gave me a leaflet
I gave him my gun
He fears for my life
He's afraid of my son
I got down on my knees
And I kissed his polished tongues

I heard I was a member of the I.C.F.
I eat vermicelli
But I'm Irish at best
I shoot for the stars
And I fuck the moon
If the lighthouse gets in the way
I'll curse it too