How Hidge

Repent, repent, repent ye sinners

What do you think you got, when you thought you had a lot

But all your feelings are dead? 

And who do you think you are, when youre reaching for the stars

But all your feelings are dead? 

Must you make a decision, between sex and religion

Why cant you love God in your bed? 

 chorus:

Well, jesus christ is in your bed tonight, to bring you back from the dead

How are you gonna fight for what you think is right

If all your feelings are dead? 

And what can you know of love, from the eyes of a child to the heavens above

When all your feelings are dead? 

Its a tragic condition, sex and religion, makin a manic mess in your head

(chorus)

Jesus christ, or any son of the heatless light

When all your feelings are dead

Resurrection!

I raise my hands high up into the air

Get down on my knees and start-a-prayin

When love walks in, my body begins

I feel my promised land comin, but I gotta go to hell now

And those creatures, evangelist preachers

The ones that take money, for the promise of hope

Well, they are dangerous, Im not dangerous

Brain washing us, and were not gonna take it

(solo)

I just wanna know, oh, lord, how it is so

How is it that you can take my sins away? 

Oh, lord tell me, so I can see the light again

I dont think anybody can take my sins away

How can the truth be known, if we got little black holes in our souls

And all our feelings are dead? 

Are we imprisoned by sex and religion

Or is God the one thats trapped in our mess? 

(chorus)

Jesus christ, or any son of the heatless light

To bring you back from the dead

So remember now folks, when you kneel to pray

Blow a little kiss to the hypocrites

Good God knows when you turn the other cheek

Which direction youre pointing it

[holy shit. holy jesus christ, I hurt your brain, hah, great god, steve, oh

 my fingers are numb, right now

 yeah, theyre numb

 can I deprive my brain of oxygen? ]