Church Punks
Forget the politics
And all the hypocrites
You know the body's
Tired of being clean. Sick of being proper.
I wanna
You're like a letter that's never mailed
You're like a hammer
I'm lost and broken all alone on this road
The wheels
I am free, for the first time
leave the years behind
in
The mistakes I’ve made
That caused pain
I could have
Make me
Take me
Break me
I am pierced
Make me
Take me
Break me
I am
We're worlds apart
The distance between us is just too great
Draw
I think it's a cold cold world
And I think we
I will follow, wherever You lead me,
wherever you are underneath
Four corn-fed boys from the heartland
Brought together for some rock
Picked up the paper, and read the news
Can you believe
The mistakes I've made that caused pain
I could have done
