A holy pilgrimage we've come to confess our sin
Transubstantiation better work on this
Genuflect before stain glass windows
Gods behind the bar and she says they never close
How much is enough, I don't know & I don't wanna find out
The answer might just lie at the bottom of that bottle of stout
It's not a competition but I'm still keeping count
You could drop dead tomorrow, so come and try it out
The sacraments not blessed, but it's holy just the same
Warm amber thickness, slowly envelops your brain
A little rush as you feel your cheeks go warm
It feels so good, It must be holy, and I want more
How much is enough, I don't know & I don't wanna find out
The answer might just lie at the bottom of that bottle of stout
It's not a competition but I'm still keeping count
You could drop dead tomorrow, so come and try it out