Ghost of a Feeling

Take an axe, void the tax It’s not what it seems Sunday school, you learn the rules And you never know what’s real or dream Take your crosses, turn out your pockets And you bow your fucking knees White hat, he takes it back and just fills the seats Bow your heads, words you said Ghost of a feeling You don’t know it’s just faulty tithing Ghost of a feeling You don’t know it’s just faulty tithing The savior lied, your suit and tie Is not in the scene Your momma cries, her prayers and tithes Won’t wash you clean Priests in hats, they do not have the wealth you seek They touch your sons and your morals run Just think to be discreet Bow your heads, words you said Ghost of a feeling You don’t know it’s just faulty tithing Ghost of a feeling You don’t know it’s just faulty tithing Bow your heads, words you said Ghost of a feeling You don’t know it’s just faulty tithing Ghost of a feeling You don’t know it’s just faulty tithing