Lyrics
Feeling stressed, Jesus sitting on my chest in a tap-out religion.
To the sound of the pervy priest touching himself at confession.
No threat of Hell can drag me back down towards the light.
She grants me life when she let's me inside,
And that's the Gospel.
I confess, I'm a wretch and I'm craving a sinful salvation.
So I lay my burdens heavy laden at the throne of temptation.
No holy spell can drag me back down towards the light.
She grants me life when she let's me inside,
And that's the Gospel.
No threat of Hell you've conjured well can drag me back down towards the light.
She grants me life when she let's me inside,
And that's the Gospel.