CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Church Hurt
Wake up, shake up, get ready for church
We found the right one after a two-month search
We like this pastor 'cause he doesn't curse
Our last pastor was the worst
He was so self-righteous
He looked at porn, I nearly started a riot
Satan tempted us, and we were like try us
We're the perfect family, eye us
Mister and misses pious
And we go to church in our nice little Prius
First at the potluck, there if you need us
And when the offering plate gets passed, we promise you'll see us
Look at how bad these heathens wanna be us
We love our money, in God we trust
Big donation means our name on the bus
Look at us, look at us
We don't go to church to worship, we go for the rush
Wake up, hungover
My girlfriend snuck over and stayed over
No way I can stay sober
I push her out the window, and I tell her I'll phone her
Mom hears and comes busting in, my life is now over
"Are you serious?!
Wait 'til I tell Pastor Steve about this"
I say whatever and slide past my mom
She says we're going to church, but I'm already gone
We live two houses down from the church
My mom works in the lobby and sells their merch
Welcome to the Holy Church of Jesus the Nazarene Christ
If you donate enough money, it'll change your life
I'm trying to figure out my own
In and out of boys' homes
Almost 18, can't wait to get treated like I'm grown
Hated church ever since Dad left us alone
He ran off with a deacon's wife who lived down the road
And this Sunday, yeah, it's Father's Day
It's gonna be awkward and odd to stay
And I know fifty people are gonna come up to pray
"Lord, take their pain away"
But it'll stay right where it is
My breathing gets heavy, and I ball up my fists
I'm done worshipping Jesus, and I'm throwing this fit
These pastors can get lost, my dad can get hit
So look at me, what's the matter?
I'm the guy four rows back getting yelled at by the pastor
Little does he know, my homelife's a disaster
He's telling me to repent like he knew about last night
But this is Father's Day, and that's not right
Why can't he tell me about who I am in God?
Why does he always have to tell me who I'm not?
So I don't get my fix from church, I get my fix from pot
And sex, a lot
I'm that kid you avoid in the parking lot
We found the right one after a two-month search
We like this pastor 'cause he doesn't curse
Our last pastor was the worst
He was so self-righteous
He looked at porn, I nearly started a riot
Satan tempted us, and we were like try us
We're the perfect family, eye us
Mister and misses pious
And we go to church in our nice little Prius
First at the potluck, there if you need us
And when the offering plate gets passed, we promise you'll see us
Look at how bad these heathens wanna be us
We love our money, in God we trust
Big donation means our name on the bus
Look at us, look at us
We don't go to church to worship, we go for the rush
Wake up, hungover
My girlfriend snuck over and stayed over
No way I can stay sober
I push her out the window, and I tell her I'll phone her
Mom hears and comes busting in, my life is now over
"Are you serious?!
Wait 'til I tell Pastor Steve about this"
I say whatever and slide past my mom
She says we're going to church, but I'm already gone
We live two houses down from the church
My mom works in the lobby and sells their merch
Welcome to the Holy Church of Jesus the Nazarene Christ
If you donate enough money, it'll change your life
I'm trying to figure out my own
In and out of boys' homes
Almost 18, can't wait to get treated like I'm grown
Hated church ever since Dad left us alone
He ran off with a deacon's wife who lived down the road
And this Sunday, yeah, it's Father's Day
It's gonna be awkward and odd to stay
And I know fifty people are gonna come up to pray
"Lord, take their pain away"
But it'll stay right where it is
My breathing gets heavy, and I ball up my fists
I'm done worshipping Jesus, and I'm throwing this fit
These pastors can get lost, my dad can get hit
So look at me, what's the matter?
I'm the guy four rows back getting yelled at by the pastor
Little does he know, my homelife's a disaster
He's telling me to repent like he knew about last night
But this is Father's Day, and that's not right
Why can't he tell me about who I am in God?
Why does he always have to tell me who I'm not?
So I don't get my fix from church, I get my fix from pot
And sex, a lot
I'm that kid you avoid in the parking lot
