Christ Punchers Lyrics & Chords By 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 belive in reality. Yeah, I believe, I believe that 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 that serve as your mould 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 belive that this is all just a historical forgery. Lets ressurect our faith in the air we breathe. And not a man in the sky, oh please. This is a celebration of our belief in reality. Life can be 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 a Sunday.