Preacher's sermon:
Oh, sure, we love to pray
If it's not going to intervene in our lifestyle
Of course we love to pray
Oh, if it's not going to conflict with some of the important things that we're doing
That we could be doing for God, hmm?
I want to tell you something, I want to? your mind first
Got does not be questioned
With you gone
They have said amazing things
But I don't know
If I can live without these trees
Sometimes I miss the suburbs
And the comfort that they bring
The silence of a thousand church bells
Begging for their leave
As a child
I would try and sing so loud
But we could only
Pray for death for so long
Sometimes I miss the suburbs
And the comfort that they bring
The silence of a thousand school boys
Fraying at the seams
So give me up
And send me away
I'll tell you someday
To give it up
And send them away
They'll sell you one day
So give me up
And send me away
I'll tell you someday
To give it up
And send them away
They'll sell you one day
So give me up
And send me away
I'll tell you someday
To give it up
And send them away
They'll sell you one day
Sometimes I miss the suburbs
And the comfort that they bring
The silence of a thousand corpses
Welted in the streets
Preacher's sermon in a demonic voice