The Last Supper After Party

Jesus and all his saints couldn't save our wretched face
 And no man parting some sea could keep you from me
 We had to walk away from the streets that knew our names
 I stutter soft and say
 "I'd give you anything,
 anything and everything
 And you can tell the town
 We're down till we're underground"
 We lost the heartache sound when our order was found
 I burned a testament and misused 'heaven-sent'
 We made a comeback and it, it was received quite well
 The earth, for all its worth, never seemed so far from Hell
 Preach on and on
 Spread the good word of the holy healing
 Breathe in, breathe out and on
 Likely lifers put to song and dance
 and air has never seemed so clear
 I got a love/hate relationship with love and hate
 I get lost here and there
 You could say I was into the fact you even cared
 I'm a believer of there's nothing up above
 that could or should replace my Sunday's saving grace
 I repent the times that I said you don't exist
 My gospels from the Church of Stereo Activists