Church of Wilson

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 it's 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 King
Playing in 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