Church of The Drive Thru Elvis — текст песни (mansun)

And theres someone always laughing over me

A taste of my inferiority

It mocks me and weakens me

Emphasises what is wrong with me

And now that I am not content to be

A weak impression of what used to be

I wake up in terror

To see that I am so incredibly low

We are all sinners alone



You take life better than me

My wheelchair sinks into the sand

Like blooms fractured and torn



Everyones a sinner baby thats for sure

No conduit messiah god-like

With halo aesthetically

Appease my all consuming vanity

And now that I am not content to be

A weak impression of what used to be

I wake up in terror

To see that I am so incredibly low

We are all sinners alone



Spirit serene

Its my spirit so serene



You take life better than me

My wheelchair rolls into the sea

Tender blooms fractured and torn

Were all sinners alone