From Autumn To Ashes Lyrics
14. Hang The Mason
We arrived at the sullen gates of heathens penniless And we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressed We don't know what we're doing here But Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my interests I've never been any good at following those rules, They taught in Sunday school They keep you locked up till the time is right Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith They keep your mind and body occupied Maybe I'd fair better as a saint I am pleased to accept your application for my review And I'll arrange for a proper orientation If you have a clue as to what it is we're doing here I don't expect you to show up qualified and fearless Blow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be? Cause now is your chance to leave They keep you locked up till the time is right Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith They keep your mind and body occupied Maybe I'd fair better as a saint And on that day, they'll hang the mason, Who laid the stones for the wells we wish in And on that day, they'll give a sermon My ears do their best to listen
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