Move back toward the microphone
Scary, beautiful man
Sing that line again
Sing that line again
Your high-class contemporaries
I felt I was a fool in their eyes
Last night I tried so hard to not try hard
I was starstruck
I said too much I didn't say enough
I was starstruck
I pushed my luck I pushed my luck
Move back toward the microphone
Angry, penitent man
Sing that line again
Sing that line again
Tell the camera all about your faith
Righteous latter day saint
Did your God imprison you
When He envisioned you?
If you're the anti-christ
Where does that leave your wife
Oh, to the two of you, and your secular friend
I could listen all night
I am awestruck
With every spin
Your songs cut deeper and deeper
I am awestruck
I am a dumbf*ck so-called nonbeliever
With your eyes closed all the time
You might get lost
And never find your way back
Sing that line again
Sing that line again
A docile breeze is floating through my house
A piece of my mind just turned black
Sing that line again
Sing that line again