Cotton Mather - Church of Wilson Lyrics

Give yourself away if you want
How did your daddy get so gaunt?
It's a pretty face that you know

What's a boy to do
When a girl's untrue?
Put your bell on your bike
And its not my right to kill, son
I'm an acolyte from the mighty

Church of Wilson

Yeah, the world's a mess and I know
You don't need me to tell you so
Who's it gonna hurt to be kings?
Playing I, the shiny things

Want to make my move
To the throwback groove
While there's stream in the pipes
And its not my right to kill, son
I'm an acolyte from the mighty

Church of Wilson
Church of Wilson