That Mexican man in the rusted sedan
With the windows rolled down
And the radio on
He bounces his head to the beat of a song
He doesn't like punk
So it won't last too long
That Babylon whore, and her eight-year-old son
They're trapped in his trunk
Oh, she'll babble on
The commandments he gave
And the tablets they're on
It could've gone better
But they're translated wrong
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
The priest in the booth without much to lose
Says tell me your sins
And I'll tell you goods news
The father got mad at the son's new tattoos
One said: I'll rise again
And all hell will break loose
The end of the world looks a lot like St. Louis
With street-corner saviors
Preaching seven-note blues
Churches are empty, but pews are worn smooth
That sometimes happens
When prayers are abused
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Those men in the south
Who live hand to mouth
They're hooked on medicine
Those moms on the street
Whose dad they don't meet
They look like skeletons
Those cities in flames
Those lovers enraged
The usual regimen
Oh lord
You got blood on your hands
Oh lord
You got blood on your hands
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
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That Mexican man in the rusted sedan
With the windows rolled down
And the radio on
He bounces his head to the beat of a song
He doesn't like punk
So it won't last too long
That Babylon whore, and her eight-year-old son
They're trapped in his trunk
Oh, she'll babble on
The commandments he gave
And the tablets they're on
It could've gone better
But they're translated wrong
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
The priest in the booth without much to lose
Says tell me your sins
And I'll tell you goods news
The father got mad at the son's new tattoos
One said: I'll rise again
And all hell will break loose
The end of the world looks a lot like St. Louis
With street-corner saviors
Preaching seven-note blues
Churches are empty, but pews are worn smooth
That sometimes happens
When prayers are abused
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Those men in the south
Who live hand to mouth
They're hooked on medicine
Those moms on the street
Whose dad they don't meet
They look like skeletons
Those cities in flames
Those lovers enraged
The usual regimen
Oh lord
You got blood on your hands
Oh lord
You got blood on your hands
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
With the windows rolled down
And the radio on
He bounces his head to the beat of a song
He doesn't like punk
So it won't last too long
That Babylon whore, and her eight-year-old son
They're trapped in his trunk
Oh, she'll babble on
The commandments he gave
And the tablets they're on
It could've gone better
But they're translated wrong
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
The priest in the booth without much to lose
Says tell me your sins
And I'll tell you goods news
The father got mad at the son's new tattoos
One said: I'll rise again
And all hell will break loose
The end of the world looks a lot like St. Louis
With street-corner saviors
Preaching seven-note blues
Churches are empty, but pews are worn smooth
That sometimes happens
When prayers are abused
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Those men in the south
Who live hand to mouth
They're hooked on medicine
Those moms on the street
Whose dad they don't meet
They look like skeletons
Those cities in flames
Those lovers enraged
The usual regimen
Oh lord
You got blood on your hands
Oh lord
You got blood on your hands
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Hey god
Don't look now
But you got blood on your hands
Hey man
Hate to seem down
But is this the best plan?
You got kids can't walk
And hearts that are stopped
You got bars without booze
And wars without end
Writer: Matthew Klein
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid