[instrumental intro] [Verse 1, female vocal] Heard you baptized in the basin Of a sink at Molly’s place Talkin’ fire and damnation With cheap gin on your face Ain’t no choir singin’ sober When the sin’s that loud and laced She said, You wore Sunday like a costume While your hands were in the dirt Preachin’ pain like it’s a gospel With a pistol in your shirt But you whisper like a serpent When you talk about the hurt [Chorus, male lead vocal with loose female harmony] Ain’t no heaven left for us We burned the bridge, then drank the dust You said, "grace is just a word for luck" But I ain't one for givin’ up No choir, no cross, no savin’ trust Just the hollow gospel in our gut [interlude] [Verse 2, male lead vocal] You carved your name in every barstool But never stayed to bleed Laid your lies in leather journals Then called it prophecy Yeah, well prophecy ain’t poetry When you ain’t on your knees You said the storm was always comin’ But you poured it from the jug Put a Bible in your glovebox Next to lighter fluid and drugs So don’t quote me no commandments When your God still needs a plug [Chorus, female load vocal with loose male harmony] Ain’t no heaven left for us We shot the stars, then blamed the rust You kiss the wound then twist it shut But I ain’t done, I ain't that cut No choir, no creed, just blood and guts Just the hollow gospel in our gut [interlude] [Bridge, male vocal] You said pain makes men holy But you bled me bone-dry Preached fear behind curtains Then begged me not to pry We built a church from kindling And wondered why it caught fire [long instrumental solo] [Final Chorus, duo vocals in unison] Ain’t no heaven left for us We lit the match, let it combust You wear regret like Sunday cuffs But I cut mine loose, I call that just No hymn, no hallelujah thrust— Just the hollow gospel in our gut [long instrumental jam session] [Fade Out to End] [instrumental intro] [Verse 1, female vocal] Heard you baptized in the basin Of a sink at Molly’s place Talkin’ fire and damnation With cheap gin on your face Ain’t no choir singin’ sober When the sin’s that loud and laced She said, You wore Sunday like a costume While your hands were in the dirt Preachin’ pain like it’s a gospel With a pistol in your shirt But you whisper like a serpent When you talk about the hurt [Chorus, male lead vocal with loose female harmony] Ain’t no heaven left for us We burned the bridge, then drank the dust You said, "grace is just a word for luck" But I ain't one for givin’ up No choir, no cross, no savin’ trust Just the hollow gospel in our gut [interlude] [Verse 2, male lead vocal] You carved your name in every barstool But never stayed to bleed Laid your lies in leather journals Then called it prophecy Yeah, well prophecy ain’t poetry When you ain’t on your knees You said the storm was always comin’ But you poured it from the jug Put a Bible in your glovebox Next to lighter fluid and drugs So don’t quote me no commandments When your God still needs a plug [Chorus, female load vocal with loose male harmony] Ain’t no heaven left for us We shot the stars, then blamed the rust You kiss the wound then twist it shut But I ain’t done, I ain't that cut No choir, no creed, just blood and guts Just the hollow gospel in our gut [interlude] [Bridge, male vocal] You said pain makes men holy But you bled me bone-dry Preached fear behind curtains Then begged me not to pry We built a church from kindling And wondered why it caught fire [long instrumental solo] [Final Chorus, duo vocals in unison] Ain’t no heaven left for us We lit the match, let it combust You wear regret like Sunday cuffs But I cut mine loose, I call that just No hymn, no hallelujah thrust— Just the hollow gospel in our gut [long instrumental jam session] [long instrumental solo] [Fade Out to End]
