Foxholes

You swear, he comes with every evening But it's the first I've seen him He keeps his morals on a key ring His intentions up his nose You've done everything to please him You've centered all your leanings Still it feels like no one's listening You can hear it in their undertones I wish we could depart Under mysterious circumstances Put your lipstick on my tongue Girl, you'll be fine But there are no atheists in the foxholes And there are no ways to carve the same tree And I am sure But this is gospel And I am sure The choir's gonna kill me Joe Goldsmith I swear I've eaten all my egg whites But still you give me stage fright You know it feels like there's a guidebook That everyone can read but I 'Cause when you say "Come closer" You really mean "It's over" With your room-temperature mimosa You forgot to chug tonight I wonder if it's fun To be emotionally bankrupt You take it as it comes God, you'll be fine And there are no atheists in the foxholes And there are no ways to carve the same tree And I am sure But this is gospel And I am sure The choir's gonna kill me Oh He's gotta get away You aim, you fire You wait, you lineup You pray, he's gonna kill me All guns for a hire Don't pay for the liar My killer, my killer is gonna kill me My God, your God Is gonna kill me My God, your God Is gonna kill me My God, my God Is gonna kill me Oh, you could riot