Sunday Morning

I'm no stranger to your controversy
 The things that you do are killing me
 But I kind of like your dark company
 The psycho in me needs chemistry
 And though you bite the hand that feeds
 The bleeding stops after a while
 I want to take you to church
 I want you praying for me
 I want to give you a purpose
 On Sunday morning
 I want to take you to church
 I want you praying for me
 I want to give you a purpose
 On Sunday morning
 The smell of your death
 Your leather jacket
 The breath on my neck for one last kiss
 Your ancient demise
 The black in your eyes
 The dangerous way you exist
 With grave intentions I oblige
 For I'm oblivious to you
 I want to take you to church
 I want you praying for me
 I want to give you a purpose
 On Sunday morning
 I want to take you to church
 I want you praying for me
 I want to give you a purpose
 On Sunday morning
 I want to take you to church
 I want you praying for me
 I want to give you a purpose
 On Sunday morning
 I want to take you to church
 I want you praying for me
 I want to give you a purpose
 On Sunday morning