Pull up a stool, the night is young, and God died long before we came along. I've know his book, I’ve read it allguilt's just a tax to keep you feeling...
Pull up a stool, the night is young, and God died long before we came along. I've know his book, I’ve read it all guilt's just a tax to keep you feeling small They'll tell you suffer now, you’ll get reimbursed later I say the devil keeps his promises, sweetheart. The meek inherit nothing but the resentment of the hater so let's start living before we fall apart. I am my own cathedral, my own creed. I am the god who gives himself exactly what he needs. No heaven worth the wait, no hell to fear — just this glass, that dress, and your being here. They built their steeples tall to block the sky Banished anyone who dared inquire as to why Me, I yield for nothing — well, almost nothing. The flesh is sacred. And I’ll write that in my blood across the sky The strong take. The clever retain. The beautiful are born to shine And you, my dear, are looking fine Like we could help each other go out of our minds So here's my sermon, short and without shame: the world was made for those who play the game. Love yourself the way their god would never dare Be as wicked as you wanna be, and I will meet you there Last call's coming, darling, always is. No resurrection waiting, no antiseptic bliss So let's be real about what we came here for — I'll take the tab. You get the cab. And I promise you’ll be sleeping well by four
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From the LP Never Enough, available on all major streaming platforms.
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