Patricide

We're like slow motion shooting stars

Mid-swell and dying at the local bar

Getting pretty and gritty

In those backyards and parked cars

Now she's got this look in her eye

Like she's surprised, but she don't know why

She said "I only believe in patricide"

Daddy's little girl gone wild

Round up and call for the sacrifice

Wednesday night happy hour kind of riot

And mornings at the farmers' market

I need god about as much as she needs me

Something like an ongoing rivalry

I need god about as much as she needs me

Something like cutting down your own family tree

I know things have been crazy lately

Come on, don't make me beg for it, baby

I know you're worried about your mom and dad

But we both know you're better than that

We saw a lot of things, completely unnecessarily

Promises being made with no real intentions to keep

I need god about as much as she needs me

Something like an ongoing rivalry

I need god about as much as she needs me

Something like cutting down your own family tree

We were chasing a disaster

Driving around town in your Saturn

Bad behavioural patterns

Like the next day didn't matter

Dove head first into the sequel

The one where they brought back Jesus

The one that got us all believing

The one where they left him bleeding