God I love to see you with your church clothes on Glimmer of a weekend almost gone Bowing your head and whispering to the sky With saturday night still twinkling in your eye Hey, you and me, we're just abandoned machines Abandoned machines And heaven ain't a place for a boy like me Kicking at the fires and sleeping in the trees Begging the lightning for a new tattoo Thanking the devil for a girl like you Hey, you and me, we're all bruises and steam Bruises and steam I said hey, you and me are more dirty than clean More dirty than clean God I love to see you with your church clothes on Sitting with your parents in the second row Boiling the water in the fellowship hall Meeting my eyes when you get up to go God I love to see you with your church clothes on God I love to see you with your church clothes on God I love to see you Goddamn I love to see you