Christ Punchers

Will someone help him down?
Take those stakes out and lose the crown
Give it up
You know that no one here believes you

You haven't got a clue
How long your tricks will stick around
This swimming conclusion and all your people now

Well I believe, I believe in reality
Yeah, I believe, I believe
We're all addicted in the end to vulnerability

Sunday bells are ringing out
Dress up in your best dependency
Don't point your finger at the world's hilarity

These stories that serve as your mould
Are absolutely nothing more
Than ink on paper, truth be told

Well I believe, I believe in reality
Yeah, I believe, I believe
Dear Mother, I am sorry

Well I believe, I believe in reality
Yeah, I believe, I believe
That this is all just a historical forgery

Let's resurrect our faith
In the air we breath
And not a man in the sky, oh please

This is a celebration
Of our belief in reality
Life can be quite simple
Why don't you pull up a chair and see?

Turning water into wine in ancient times
Just doesn't do "holy" to me, I'm sorry
I'd waste my time, otherwise, on Sunday