Asleep In The Chapel

Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street
 And in our beds, under the sheets
 They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck
 Next to the rosary, you count, falling asleep
 And we're praying
 These are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope
 Since we can't compete with martyred saints
 We'll douse ourselves in gasoline
 And hang our bodies from the lampposts
 So that our shadows turn into bright lights
 White light, white heat
 We'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane
 We swerve to the beat
 Spill all the ink, no revisions
 Do you hear the church bells ringing?
 Wake up, wake up in an outline
 And try to speak with the shattered voice of the lives we lead
 Have we slept too long
 Between the bullet holes in a stained-glass window state?
 And we're praying
 These are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope
 When we repent
 And we're praying
 We fall on the page, read in the margins
 We are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope
 Someday we'll be complete like modern saints
 Baptize our kids in gasoline
 And hang our doubts up in cathedrals
 So that they turn to faith in the colored sunlight
 Red rain, red rain
 We'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane
 We swerve to the beat
 Spill all the ink, no revisions
 Do you hear the church bells ringing?
 They ring for you
 We woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it
 And all the streets were filled with a thousand burning crosses
 And what we thought was the sunrise
 Was just passing headlights
 Still the choir girls sing
 "Oh, Lord, can you save us, can you save us?
 Oh, Lord, sing Hallelujah
 Oh, Lord, can you save us, can you save us?
 Oh, Lord, sing Hallelujah"
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 They are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope
 We're falling asleep with open eyes
 Falling asleep inside the chapel
 Falling asleep in chalk outlines
 Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by