The Gospel

Lately there’s a snag in the rope
Something in the parable broke
Nobody’s buyin' the gospel you wrote
It’s like a game of musical throne
Hungry for a seat of our own
Pushin' and shovin'
Where is the lovin'
When angels drink
From demon streams
You know that times are hard
The things that you’re holdin'
Are gonna outgrow ya
What are you left with
At the end of the line?
So don’t you feel slighted
When the love’s unrequited
The things that you’re holdin'
We’re robbin' you blind
Storin' all our treasures in boats
Gold and silver ain’t gonna float
They get claimed by the ocean
Like the Atocha
There’s a price you pay
For every day
You try to make it all your own
The things that you’re holdin'
Are gonna outgrow ya
What are you left with
At the end of the line?
So don’t you feel slighted
When the love’s unrequited
The things that you’re holdin'
We’re robbin' you blind
The things that you’re holdin'
Are gonna outgrow ya
What are you left with
At the end of the line?
So don’t you feel slighted
When the love’s unrequited
The things that you’re holdin'
We’re robbin' you blind
The things that you’re holdin'
Are robbin' you blind