Foxholes

You swear, he comes with every evening
But it's the first I've seen him
He keeps his morals on a key ring
His intentions up his nose
You've done everything to please him
You've centered all your leanings
Still, it feels like no one's listening
You can hear it in their undertones

I wish we could depart
Under mysterious circumstances
Put the lipstick on my tongue
Girl, you'll be fine

There are no atheists in the foxholes
There are no ways to carve the same tree
Now, I am sure that this is gospel
Now, I am sure the choir's gonna kill me
Don't go there

I swear, I've eaten all my egg whites
But still you give me stage fright
You know it feels like there's a guidebook
That everyone can read, but I
'Cause when you say "Come closer"
You really mean "It's over"
With your room-temperature mimosa
You forgot to chuck tonight

I wonder if it's fun
To be emotionally bankrupt
You take it as it comes
God, you'll be fine

There are no atheists in the foxholes
And there are no ways to carve the same tree
Now, I am sure that this is gospel
Now, I am sure
The choir's gonna kill me

He's gotta get away
You aim you fire
You wait your lineup
You pray, he's gonna kill me
All guns for a hire
Don't pay for the liar
My killer, my killer is gonna kill me

My God, good God, is gonna kill me
My God, good God, is gonna kill me
My God, my God, is gonna kill me
Oh, you couldn't write it