Don't, don't
Hideaway
You may be godless
But remember you have no faith

No one is listening
To your prayers
No beliefs and no more
Chapel house fairs

Nobody is saved
You can't runaway
Its getting dark
And your lost
You got to find a way
Afternoon twilight
Suffers the forest dark side

To get out of this town
Everyone thinks there's a god around
But your the last one left
That has got any common sense
But still your trapped in a hideaway

Yeah a hideaway
Nothing left but to hideaway

I cant even sleep on the ground
Because this is gods land of pointless ass clowns
Hillbilly, cowboys and drunks
Ravage the streets with the word of god
But let's face it, the men in suits that come up to your house
will probably be the first ones to get caught
while they hand over the bible to the cops
and the cycle restarts with you saying oh god ...