Hang The Mason From Autumn to Ashes
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We arrived at the sullen gates of heathens penniless
And we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressed
We don't know what we're doing here but Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my interests
I've never been any good at following those rules, they taught in Sunday school
They keep you locked up till the time is right
Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
They keep your mind and body occupied
Maybe I'd fair better as a saint
I am pleased to accept your application for my review
And I'll arrange for a proper orientation if you have a clue as to what it is we're doing here
I don't expect you to show up qualified and fearless
Blow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be?
Cause now is your chance to leave
They keep you locked up till the time is right
Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
They keep your mind and body occupied
Maybe I'd fair better as a saint
And on that day, they'll hang the mason, who laid the stones for the wells we wish in
And on that day, they'll give a sermon
My ears do their best to listen
And we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressed
We don't know what we're doing here but Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my interests
I've never been any good at following those rules, they taught in Sunday school
They keep you locked up till the time is right
Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
They keep your mind and body occupied
Maybe I'd fair better as a saint
I am pleased to accept your application for my review
And I'll arrange for a proper orientation if you have a clue as to what it is we're doing here
I don't expect you to show up qualified and fearless
Blow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be?
Cause now is your chance to leave
They keep you locked up till the time is right
Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
They keep your mind and body occupied
Maybe I'd fair better as a saint
And on that day, they'll hang the mason, who laid the stones for the wells we wish in
And on that day, they'll give a sermon
My ears do their best to listen
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