Straight away I learned to pray
He prays upon the sky
You go to heaven when you die
But keep that lake of fire in mind
Broke all the rules at Catholic school
Turned to a life of crime
When I stole that motorbike
I left a trail of tears behind
Had casual sex, smoked cigarettes
Threw caution to the wind
Was a winding path but I'd always planned to get back to you again
Till the ground to see clouds
The rain follows the plow
But it was never as profound as I wanted it to be
Now the birds, they sang the rites of spring
In summer's La-Z-Boy
I sat down to enjoy a world that was comfortable in green
Wore a red feather hawk and a Celtic cross
Pierced into my ear
No matter where I went, I meant to make my way back here
But I don't need God or common law to tell me right from wrong
'Cause when you press me to your chest
I know where I belong
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Straight away I learned to pray
He prays upon the sky
You go to heaven when you die
But keep that lake of fire in mind
Broke all the rules at Catholic school
Turned to a life of crime
When I stole that motorbike
I left a trail of tears behind
Had casual sex, smoked cigarettes
Threw caution to the wind
Was a winding path but I'd always planned to get back to you again
Till the ground to see clouds
The rain follows the plow
But it was never as profound as I wanted it to be
Now the birds, they sang the rites of spring
In summer's La-Z-Boy
I sat down to enjoy a world that was comfortable in green
Wore a red feather hawk and a Celtic cross
Pierced into my ear
No matter where I went, I meant to make my way back here
But I don't need God or common law to tell me right from wrong
'Cause when you press me to your chest
I know where I belong
He prays upon the sky
You go to heaven when you die
But keep that lake of fire in mind
Broke all the rules at Catholic school
Turned to a life of crime
When I stole that motorbike
I left a trail of tears behind
Had casual sex, smoked cigarettes
Threw caution to the wind
Was a winding path but I'd always planned to get back to you again
Till the ground to see clouds
The rain follows the plow
But it was never as profound as I wanted it to be
Now the birds, they sang the rites of spring
In summer's La-Z-Boy
I sat down to enjoy a world that was comfortable in green
Wore a red feather hawk and a Celtic cross
Pierced into my ear
No matter where I went, I meant to make my way back here
But I don't need God or common law to tell me right from wrong
'Cause when you press me to your chest
I know where I belong
Writer: CONOR M. OBERST
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.