Dillinger Four The Father The Son And The Homosexual Lyrics

The Father The Son And The Homosexual Lyrics

They called it faith 



They called it fair 



They called it resolution 



I call it shit when we were alone 



They simply paid no mind 



You'd suffered such a crime 



Then there you were 



A mother way too soon 







They said you'd made your bed 



Then they filled your head 



With the sound 



The bells of a cathedral 



You say you're still ashamed 



I with that I could make it stop 







Like salt thrown over shoulder 



A coin tossed in a fountain 



Not unlike a knock on wood 







You said only in as much 



As you were sensitive to touch 



Did you feel like a human when they spoke 



And so you hid your life 



All bottled up inside 



Just enough to make 



Your angels choke 







You took all you heard 



And tried to make them your own words 



Only deafened by the sound 



The bells of a cathedral 



Now you hate yourself and I wish that I could make it fucking stop 







All my life 



Surrounded, unfounded 



Teachings thought as threats 



I won't forget