Contrition Hymnal

You do it for your country You do it for your god You do it for the slaughter of the navels taking place in your backyard You do it for your parish You do it for your occupation You do it for the little boys and girls who want to be evaluated You do it for the douches You do it for the pricks You do it to choose all the big bedazzled hymns that make you sick You do it for Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F. Now don't you feel just like an insect? I'm running past my repentance Your hands are so relentless I'm painting my contrition With all my fingers bleeding And when i hear that sound The sun comes falling down I like to spin around Until i have been found My dreams last all night long They're filled with siren songs And when you ask to stay I know you're leaving anyway Don't tell me what to do When your kids aren't right with you Your soul has left your skull I blame parental pull Together forever Something we won't remember Bird-feeding from the rafters Cue the canned laughter It's so funny babies don't you see Well it's not fucking funny to me You chase your tails And track your scat Your eyes swing and eat his bats I'm running past my repentance Your hands are so relentless I'm painting my contrition With all my fingers bleeding And when i hear that sound The sun comes falling down I like to spin around Until i have been found My dreams last all night long They're filled with siren songs And when you ask to stay I know you're leaving anyway Don't tell me what to do When your kids aren't right with you Your soul has left your skull I blame parental pull