Surrounded and lonely, Sunday morning
Preachers like eagles 'cross the sky
Claustrophobic in open spaces
Just how long until I die
I must have been baptised in my own shit
Cursed to live a godless life
I must have been baptised in my own shit
My soul will be cleansed in holy flame
They say
Loosen the hinges until it's over
Pick at the wiring until I'm sober
Drink of the fruit off the holy vine
Eat of the body of Christ alive
I must have been baptised in my own shit
Cursed to live a godless life
I must have been baptised in my own shit
My soul will be cleansed in holy flame