Gone to church on Sundays
Saw your praying on your knees
I thought a snotty little bitch like you
Exactly what I need
I got a choir singing hymns from hell
My ears are deaf to praise
And once I've stepped into the water
Then my vile souls been saved
But till I'm ready for forgiveness
Or to turning myself in
I got a couple good years left of setting the bar for sin
Don't pray for me now
Wait 'til tomorrow
I followed you and crept real close
And smelled your sweet innocence
My mouth begins to water
As I grabbed you round the neck
I'm betting on myself to lose and probably lose it all real fast
The darkness in my heart a giant stone and one that will not pass
And though I'm looking to repent my sins and give it all up soon
I'm not ready at this moment and I ain't asking you
Don't pray for me now
Wait 'til tomorrow