Take an axe, void the tax
It's not what it seems
Sunday school, you learn the rules
And you never know what's real or dream
Take your crosses, turn out your pockets
And you bow your f*cking knees
White hat, he takes it back and just fills the seats
Bow your heads, words you said
Ghost of a feeling
You don't know it's just faulty tithing
Ghost of a feeling
You don't know it's just faulty tithing
The savior lied, your suit and tie
Is not in the scene
Your momma cries, her prayers and tithes
Won't wash you clean
Priests in hats, they do not have the wealth you seek
They touch your sons and your morals run
Just think to be discreet
Bow your heads, words you said
Ghost of a feeling
You don't know it's just faulty tithing
Ghost of a feeling
You don't know it's just faulty tithing
Bow your heads, words you said
Ghost of a feeling
You don't know it's just faulty tithing
Ghost of a feeling
You don't know it's just faulty tithing