I'm Going to Hell

I followed her down the aisle every Sunday Close enough to smell her sweet perfume Took communion when I don't deserve to Just to kneel beside her like a groom She never knew that just two rows behind her As the subject of my one unholy prayer I was praying I could take her to up to heaven Or wishing she could meet me halfway there She had the voice of an angel And the power of the devil Every thought I ever had of her was wrong Just an unforgiven stranger Trying to summon up a sin Hoping that there's no one looking on The hymns are kicking in like Christmas morning I sing them loud in a kinda harmony I hope her head will turn and maybe notice The way she makes me tremble at the knees And I know I can have her in my dreams And I'm sure I can take her To the point where she blasphemes Lets try a bit of selfish flagellation I get it now. I know I'm going to hell I've taken it too far, but when I get there I want to have a story I can tell Next Sunday I just might sit right down beside her And tell her why I do the things I do If I get her blessing, we can both be left confessing An immaculate conception in the pews She had the voice of an angel And the power of the devil Every thought I ever had of her was wrong Just an unforgiven stranger Trying to summon up a sin Hoping that there's no one looking on