Foxholes

You swear, he comes with every evening

But it's the first I've seen him

He keeps his morals on a key ring

His intentions up his nose

You've done everything to please him

You've centered all your leanings

Still it feels like no one's listening

You can hear it in their undertones

I wish we could depart

Under mysterious circumstances

Put your lipstick on my tongue

Girl, you'll be fine

But there are no atheists in the foxholes

And there are no ways to carve the same tree

And I am sure

But this is gospel

And I am sure

The choir's gonna kill me

Joe Goldsmith

I swear I've eaten all my egg whites

But still you give me stage fright

You know it feels like there's a guidebook

That everyone can read but I

'Cause when you say "Come closer"

You really mean "It's over"

With your room-temperature mimosa

You forgot to chug tonight

I wonder if it's fun

To be emotionally bankrupt

You take it as it comes

God, you'll be fine

And there are no atheists in the foxholes

And there are no ways to carve the same tree

And I am sure

But this is gospel

And I am sure

The choir's gonna kill me

Oh

He's gotta get away

You aim, you fire

You wait, you lineup

You pray, he's gonna kill me

All guns for a hire

Don't pay for the liar

My killer, my killer is gonna kill me

My God, your God

Is gonna kill me

My God, your God

Is gonna kill me

My God, my God

Is gonna kill me

Oh, you could riot