Pardon me for asking, but do you know the way to Hell, my friend?
And pardon me for laughing, but did you hear that I am dying again?
Father, absolve my mortal sins
And take me now, amen.
Be my disciple, I don't read the Bible,
Let the exorcist begin.
Whoah, your breath is getting faster,
Come a little closer, Pastor,
We'll all die, anyway.
Hey, be my altar boy,
I've got some faith you can destroy.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost,
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Is this paranoia, or are those flames asking for me to come in?
The water may be warm, but, to tell the truth I don't know how to swim.
Father, absolve my mortal sins
And take me now, amen.
Be my disciple, I don't read the Bible,
Let the exorcist begin.
Whoah, your breath is getting faster,
Come a little closer, Pastor,
We'll all die, anyway.
Hey, be my altar boy,
I've got some faith you can destroy.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost,
Rot in Hell!
I confess to the distress of your clerical suit,
But don't lie, you can't deny that you enjoyed it too,
Your Ghost is a hoax and a story at most,
And you'll never get rid of your demons
Get rid of your demons.
Whoah, your breath is getting faster,
Come a little closer, Pastor,
We'll all die, anyway.
Hey, be my altar boy,
I've got some faith you can destroy.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost,
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2020