Holy Hands Lyrics

Oh this hymn
Sings no praise of the lost days
When youth's brains were sun-bathed
On sundays
And thesepews
Going to give our backsides slivers
When this reckless perspective
Is delivered
These are the faults of man
When the ethics and morals

Slip through the holes in his hands
Focus is fucked
On doctored doctrine
We're telling our own brethren
They ain't no they ain't
Gettin' into heaven
We've got hour heads
Looking up towards the sky
We're worried about the after=life
When we should live our lives
Before we die
These are the faults of man
When the ethics and morals
Slip through the holes in his hands
Again and again