Every day he prays to god, and dreams about what lies above.
Imagining how't will be to taste, those white and cloudy liiiines.
Flying with the archangels, and seeking the white dove.
Worshiping the holy shrines, of good and old rock and roll.
Every day he wishes he can, taste the sweet holy Sunday wine.
In secrecy missing the thrill, of being on the stage.
And he is thinking to himself, that whole crowd, could be mine.
But in reality he is f*cking trapped, in god's holy cage.
All my life, I've been living in vain.
I want sex and drugs, and sweet f*cking cocaine.
All my life, I've been living in vain.
I want sex and drugs, and sweet f*cking heroin.
Every day his anger builds, the sun is set he's had enough.
The pain he struggled with for years, the sadness and the tears.
Running now there's no more hope, he's packed his junk, it should be through.
He's not even looking back , the sound in his ears.
All my life, I've been living in vain.
I want sex and drugs, and sweet Mary on her knees.
And sweet Mary on her knees.
And sweet Mary on her knees.