You swear, he comes with every evening But it's the first I've seen him Keeps his morals on a key ring His intentions up his nose Done everything to meet him You centered all your leanings Still it feels like no one's listening You can hear it in their undertones I wish we could depart Under mysterious circumstances Put the lipstick on my tongue, girl You'll be fine And there are no Atheists in the foxholes And that I know! We used to carve the same tree And I am sure! But this is gospel And I am sure! The choir's gonna kill me! Joe goldsmith! I swear I've eaten all my egg whites And still you give me stage fright You know it feels like there's a guidebook That everyone can read but I 'Cause when you say "come closer" You really mean "it's over" With your room-temperature mimosa You forgot to chug tonight I wonder if it's fun To be emotionally bankrupt You take it as it comes, God You'll be fine And there are no Atheists in the foxholes And that I know! We used to carve the same tree And I am sure! But this is gospel And I am sure! The choir's gonna kill me Oh Gotta get away, away The fire, away Put the light out, and pray It's gonna kill me! A ghost for hire, to pray for a liar A killer, a killer Is gonna kill me My God, your God Is gonna kill me My God, your God Is gonna kill me My God, your God Is gonna kill me Oh, you could riot