Gang of Youths - Evangelists lyrics

Awake my father Tell him we're dying Abandoned by your white cells and your body And he is sleeping still Like a temple Through the million scans And sticks of the needle But i have made more friends in hell Than i've made in jesusland Awake our parents Tell them we're leaving We're not evangelists With that kind of money I don't know if time is against us But there's so many things That i want to begin I have made more friends in hell Than i've made in jesusland And i left my heart in the war With the skyline state of the enemy And it takes some to die for reform Aut honey, we're not evangelists Awake our children Get dressed, we're leaving There's a million ways To sing hallelujah And fill our days with Armchair philosophies And terrible things That happened to us I have made more friends in hell Than i've made in jesusland Hell, hell, hell, hell, hell............. And i left my heart in the war In the skyline state of the enemy And it takes some to die for reform But honey, we're not evangelists And i left my heart in new york With the skyline's standing ovation and Yeah it could take some to die for us all But honey, we're not evangelists