Christ Punchers - The Flatliners

Will someone help him down

Take those stakes out

And lose the crown

Give it up

You know that no one here believes you

You haven’t got a clue

How long your tricks will stick around

This swimming conclusion, and all your people, now

Well, I believe, I believe in reality

Yeah, I believe, I believe

We’re all addicted in the end to vulnerability

Sunday bells are ringing out

Dress up in your best dependency

Don’t point your finger at the world’s hilarity

These stories, they’re some imagined bull

Are absolutely nothing more

Than ink on paper, truth be told

Well, I believe, I believe in reality

Yeah, I believe, I believe

Dear Mother, I am sorry

Well, I believe, I believe in reality

Yeah, I believe, I believe

That this is all just a historical forgery

Let’s resurrect our faith

In the air, we breath

And not a man in the sky, oh please

This is a celebration

Of our belief in reality

Life can belief quite simple

Why don’t you pull up a chair and see

Turning water into wine in ancient times

Just doesn’t do «Holy» to me, I’m sorry

I’ll waste my time, otherwise, on Sunday