I'm hiding all my habits
From the heavyweight hymns they sing
I used to think god wasn't just something to believe in
But i'm on fifth and fifty first
And down the street, a girl sells purses
Yesterday she gave it up, but the people still keep coming
St. Patrick's Cathedral
Is a haven from this evil
As long as you look put together, and don't sleep on the back pew
'Cause a cop'll come and kick you out
As the people chant their gyms out loud
And god dammit, i'm just laughing now
That could have been jesus
Well i'm sneaking smokes outside of Saks
I've given up hiding my habits
God is not an architect, he's a boxer with a vengeance
With weighted gloves and bloodshot eyes
If you don't love, you're gonna die
But the man in robes don't count that guy
He kicked out for safekeeping
The bible belt seems pretty nice
We might not have these blinding lights
That they're forced to keep on all the time
So the families feel safer
We might not have fifth avenue
Or a picture perfect rooftop view
Of everyone we ever knew times a couple dozen hundred
They're all the same
Like the man who was turned away
And I would not feel so ashamed
But I sat there and I did not say
Anything
So i'm packing up and i'm pushing through
The crowds of people I once knew
I stopped assuming things like who had the right to be here
In St. Patrick's Cathedral
It looks a hell of a lot more evil
After the architect turned boxer turned
And asked if i'd found jesus
We're all the same
Throwing rocks at windows and praying they break
Stained glass was too pretty anyway
For your half assed hymns and holy heartbreak