โหลดเพลง mp3 Neon Cathedral (feat. Allen Stone) - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

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'Round here they sing broken hymns

The prayers flow better when they're soaked in gin
The amp's dusty and sits in the corner
By a bartender that'll pickpocket your heart
And a jukebox that'll steal your quarter

Bartender, please give me a confession
Exchange fear for courage in the form of a well drink

There's a heavy current, got a long way to swim
Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin
Hail Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits
Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut
Bushmills for a bandaid, the sweet taste of blood
Then I might actually feel something if I don't cover it up

Rusted faces, familiar places
Even if they haven't left the vinyl booth that they stayed in

The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant

And a truth that's so strong I'd be a fool not to chase it

But yet, I'm a fool and I stay here
Hope these problems drown themselves, I die in wait here
One more, four more, Fuck it; a night cap
Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I'll be right back

Underneath this fragile frame
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But I've misplaced that sense of fight
This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine
listen closely as I testify

Dependency has been a thief at night

Thief at night, thief at night

I read the Bible but I forgot the verses
The liquor store is open later than the churches

Pure by their imperfections, everything is burning
To hell with the confessions, all the Lord immerses

Blessed in holy water, the sin of Holy Father
Have you ever smelled bless that sweats atmonic vodka

11 AM in the morning and you can't get it off yah
Callin' to the preacher but it's like the pastor isn't talking

Until the store opens I can read up on that doctrine

The people close to me say I'm in need of a doctor

Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles

This the drink of the Lord, that's according to my gospel
Open to interpretation, if you're judging it I don't want it
I got sins that scold like my throat when I hit the bottle
And I'm sinking and that's why I keep on drinking
I need a refill, far more than once every weekend

Sweet Jesus, I'm getting amnesia

Shaking 'til I get a taste, my faith is having seizures

Every time I walk away and try to leave it

Every time I walk away and try to leave it

Wouldn't miss it for the world
Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God at the neon cathedral

Wouldn't miss it for the world

Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church

Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel

Spend it all searching for God, neon cathedral

Neon cathedral

Underneath this fragile frame

Lives a battle between pride and shame

But I've misplaced that sense of fight

This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine

Listen closely as I testify

Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

Dependency has been a thief at night

Thief at night, thief at night

Dependency has been a thief at night

Thief at night, thief at night