Dillinger Four

High and dry youve got a hold on the fucking truth. Youve got nothing but a
Blank hand dont you? In the end its just a tired explanation, and
I cant sit still for the duration
You raised me with your hands raised to the sky, I guess there was
A time I believed your ways. I learned to read between the lines,
I learned to question what they say
And it gets worse before its over, theres no truth in the clouds above,
No luck in clover. And I dont believe Id have it any other way.
Sunday school at age nine, I thought I was on the winning team, because
I wanted to see it, I wanted to need it. It was nine years of holy
shit and I believed it.
You raised me with my hands behind my back, I guess there was a time
When I broke away. I learned to disregard the lies, I learned to
Question what they say.
I wont look through your lens, tainted by intolerance and based
On false morality. All in the name of greed. Amen
[ Holy Shit Lyrics ]