Easter Sunday
Noah Lares
Asphyxiating laser beams
Darted out his eyes
He thinks he can come around here
Painted in disguise
Body pinned up on the wall
Standing thin and tall
One word comes out of his mouth
And on your knees you fall
Easter Sunday
Pays for Monday
Easter Sunday
Praise the mundane
They'll tell you no sex till marriage
Then feel up on your sons
They're the mouth from which his word flows
When all is said and done
Confessionals and urinal stalls
All seem the same to me
Say they'll send you to nirvana
For a modest fee
Easter Sunday
Pays for Monday
Easter Sunday
Praise the mundane
Easter Sunday
Pays for Monday
Easter Sunday
Praise the mundane
Easter Sunday
Pays for Monday
Easter Sunday
Pays for Monday
Easter Sunday
Pays for Monday
Easter Sunday
Praise the mundane
