They called a congregation We showed up They expected the faithful Wrong address... Step out the shadow With a blade in the text Stack of defrocked sermons And a god on the flex Collar still white, but it’s stained at the neck Preacher man weeping on the floor of the wreck Drug house theology, doctrine in the dirt Zip code got more scripture than the seminary heard Born in the smoke of what the covenant burned Paid the debt in full on what we never incurred He put the lock on the sky and swallowed the key Called it mercy He poured the poison in the well marked holy Called it free Hey, Unreadhyperion! Queue it up Blessed are the filthy, blessed are the broke Blessed are the ones that the scripture choked Blessed are the faithless with the ash on their tongue Blessed are the damned, we already won Blessed are the filthy, blessed and armed Blessed are the bodies that the doctrine scarred Blessed are the sinners with the smiles on their face Step into the fire Fall from grace Little crying bishop got his wings clipped clean Counted every tithe but couldn’t buy what it means Had a congregation kneeling cheap at his feet Now the congregation’s eating and he’s back on the street Defrocked and dripping with the dues that he took Had a congregation and a god and a book Now the book is burning and the congregation laughed All that heaven in his pocket Nothing in the draft Mama told you ’bout the devil on the block Devil had manners, devil didn’t pick the lock Devil never promised what he couldn’t put to hand The holy man took everything and called it God’s plan He built the wound and called it wisdom Every dime He sold the cure to the disease he gave you Every time Blessed are the filthy, blessed are the broke Blessed are the ones that the scripture choked Blessed are the faithless with the ash on their tongue Blessed are the damned, we already won Blessed are the filthy, blessed and armed Blessed are the bodies that the doctrine scarred Blessed are the sinners with the smiles on their face Step into the fire Destroy their faith They said kneel We stood They said bleed We took They said stay We left They said God We laughed Crying little angels with your borrowed crowns Borrowed crowns God ran out of mercy, took the payment and bounced Took it Stripped the vestments, counted racks at the door Every rack Called the suffering sacred Said come back for more Fold. Kneel. Tithe. Bleed. We don’t do that anymore Blessed are the filthy, blessed are the broke Blessed are the ones that the scripture choked Blessed are the faithless with the ash on their tongue Blessed are the damned, we already won Blessed are the filthy, blessed and armed Blessed are the bodies that the doctrine scarred Blessed are the sinners with the smiles on their face Step into the fire Fall From grace Listen when the filthy start to testify No collection plate, no cover, no alibi Congregation of the castoff and the disavowed We survived the part where God was supposed to provide instead Rack on the altar, fifty deep and nobody fled Broke the bread that the doctrine kept locked in the shed Pass it left, pass it down, pass it to your dead This is communion for the ones they left for dead They wrote their beatitudes for the meek We’re not meek For the merciful We’re not merciful For the pure in heart That ship sailed a long time ago, baby But we’re here And the door’s open And you are very Very Welcome Blessed are the filthy, blessed are the broke Blessed are the ones that the scripture choked Blessed are the faithless with the ash on their tongue Blessed are the damned, we already won Blessed are the filthy, blessed and armed Blessed are the bodies that the doctrine scarred Blessed are the sinners with the smiles on their face Step into the fire Destroy their faith
