Church and State

Somebody's son's back there tied up to the tubes

The medics pushing the stuff that makes the junkies drool

13 minutes till Monmouth med

I'm skipping every light

In the shotgun somebody's sons girlfriend starts to close her eyes

Mary's snaps awake and gets it off her chest

Gave her 10 percent to the priest at st. James mass

And God she could really use that cash

She can't afford this the ride

The god she's paying might just let her boy back there die

You'd think all your troubles might've won you something

Sitting round at banquet of nothing

Torn apart two ways

Cursing church and state

Every single cut you got rockin a suture

Waiting to break, knowing the futures

Torn apart always

Cursing church and state

Her boy's a factory tech in the shadow of the airport

Found a woman who loves him like the girl he's been looking for

But Mary's got it all figured out

And she needs him to decide

It's her or the vice

He's gotta vote

But both keep him alive

You'd think all your troubles might've won you something

Sitting round at banquet of nothing

Torn apart two ways

Cursing church and state

Every single cut you got's rocking a suture

Waiting to break knowing the future

Is torn apart always

Cursing church and state

A sterile field

Fluorescent lights

The quiet rush to save a life

It's not your fault

you know that right?

It's not your fault

You close your eyes and

You'd think all your troubles might've won you something

Sitting round at banquet of nothing

Torn apart two ways

Cursing church and state

Every single cut you got's rocking a suture

Waiting to break knowing the future

Is torn apart always

Cursing church and state