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Oh, I was born into a roped-in bed Golden angels float above my head
My salvation in a splash of water Oh, save my soul, I'm not a father's daughter
Oh, they've got it wrong Wish I hadn't, played along
Oh, I wore all I tore on that Sunday Little girls poking through their doorways
Same old verse, an act of contrition
Oh, stroke my chest with, every admission
Oh, they've got it wrong
Wish I hadn't, played along
Oh, jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine.
Melting in a pot of thieves, wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone, these sins are my own I'm not parting my lips for a jesus kiss
Something that told me, this was it
Black washed mercy, into a cup
Blood of the lamb, hold me up
Oh, they've got it wrong Wish I hadn't, played along
Oh teenagers gather, at the altar
My sweet mother, taking pictures I lied, and took a different name
As Saint Cecilia, my patron saint
Oh, they've got it wrong, wish I hadn't played along
- Album:
- Red Sun/Echo
- Too True
- End of Daze (EP)
- Only In Dreams
- I Will Be
- Blissed Out
- He Gets Me High (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Coming Down
- A Salute to the Thin White Duke - The Songs of David Bowie
- Psych Box
- Lost Boys & Girls Club
- Paste Sampler 126
- The Current Sampler of Music from Sub Pop Records
- Compilation
- Paste mPlayer #62
- Alternative Distribution Alliance: 2012 Independent Almanac
- Lord Knows
- He Gets Me High
- Sub Pop Terminal Sales, Volume 4: Please to Enjoy