Maccogallo - Contrition Hymnal Lyrics

You do it for your country
You do it for your god
You do it for the slaughter of the navels taking place in your backyard
You do it for your parish
You do it for your occupation
You do it for the little boys and girls who want to be evaluated
You do it for the douches
You do it for the pricks
You do it to choose all the big bedazzled hymns that make you sick
You do it for Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F.
Now don't you feel just like an insect?

I'm running past my repentance
Your hands are so relentless
I'm painting my contrition
With all my fingers bleeding
And when i hear that sound
The sun comes falling down
I like to spin around
Until i have been found
My dreams last all night long
They're filled with siren songs
And when you ask to stay
I know you're leaving anyway
Don't tell me what to do
When your kids aren't right with you
Your soul has left your skull
I blame parental pull

Together forever
Something we won't remember
Bird-feeding from the rafters
Cue the canned laughter
It's so funny babies don't you see
Well it's not f*cking funny to me
You chase your tails
And track your scat
Your eyes swing and eat his bats

I'm running past my repentance
Your hands are so relentless
I'm painting my contrition
With all my fingers bleeding
And when i hear that sound
The sun comes falling down
I like to spin around
Until i have been found
My dreams last all night long
They're filled with siren songs
And when you ask to stay
I know you're leaving anyway
Don't tell me what to do
When your kids aren't right with you
Your soul has left your skull
I blame parental pull