(Verse)
The Dionysian patter suddenly out of place
(Which I attribute more meaning to than I'm meaning to)
And in this wicked place your goodness crashes over me
Like waves into broken gla** on the beach
When washed up wrapped in a cast off divinity is you
(Chorus)
(You've got a lot of life it's something to see it)
A bit of good religion I can believe in
(Just a little sacrament the back of my ears wet)
A bit of good religion, a bit of good religion
(Verse)
Oh, how untouchable the craters of the moon
I count the times I trip on them as something cruel
My palm quite picky to claim they're not so luminous
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Because you've touched its skin and kicked up some dust
Well, the path in lights isn't hard to trust when I'm with you
(Chorus)
(You've got a lot of life it's something to see it)
A bit of good religion I can believe in
(Just a little sacrament the back of my ears wet)
A bit of good religion, a bit of good religion
(Interlude)
But in a certain light the gilded flaking
Your face consumed by fire for a flickering second
But how my mind's gets tired so I might be mistaken
(Chorus)
(You've got a lot of life it's something to see it)
A bit of good religion I can believe in
(Just a little sacrament the back of my ears wet)
A bit of good religion, a bit of good religion