C’mon and sit with us And tell me where it hurts We can talk things out In our tobacco church You give me a light We stay up all night Us against the dust In our tobacco church Come for the smoke Stay for the fire There’s not much else that we require Come for the smoke Stay for the fire You be the priest and I’ll be the choir I don’t wanna leave Rust can drag you down But we’re tuxes and gowns We can talk it out In our tobacco church Don’t drown in your bother Let’s learn to breathe underwater Us against the dust In our tobacco church Come for the smoke Stay for the fire There’s not much else that we require Come for the smoke Stay for the fire You be the priest and I’ll be the choir I don’t wanna leave Ok everyone be seated Let’s get this thing started Quiet down back there You 2 are always causing trouble No laughing in the pews This is serious stuff we are about to undertake Shhhh shhhhh I’ve stained more than glass Still running from my past We can hunker down In our tobacco church Take a vow of truth While holding on to you Us against the dusk In our tobacco church

Come back we’ll start up it up clean I filled the engine block with Listerine In the streets we’re making the horns blow Me & Jesus out here riding low 3 ghosts, they follow us around The past, the present and our future clowns Told him all about you, he said you’d come back And then he left in a cream Cadillac You are the bottom and the top The fast and the slow Madonna in the morning And the devil down below The grass and the sky The red and the green But you are never are the yellow I’m so tired of being a good, good soldier Will it get better When we get a little older I’m so tired of being a good, good soldier I just need these loving hands to hold her I missed your call, I must’ve been driving Back from this dive bar out there on the island I went to church, I tried to stay clean But then I lost my last shoulder to lean I’m on the outside again, a stranger looking in Tomorrow I will call you back I really need a friend I can’t stand straight on praying on wishes Draggin’ ‘round this bag of superstitions You are the bottom and the top The fast and the slow Madonna in the morning And the devil down below The grass and the sky The red and the green But you are never are the yellow I’m so tired of being a good, good soldier Will it get better When we get a little older I’m so tired of being a good, good soldier I just need these loving hands to hold her Oh man, there’s trouble downtown Two boys in blue in blue found me wandering around I was under your window last night You were shining like the Christmas lights But my presents got returned and bridges got burns How are we gonna unsend all those invitations When I’m sleeping it off, I’ll survey the cost Right now it’s hard to make these calculations You are the bottom and the top The fast and the slow Madonna in the morning And the devil down below The grass and the sky The red and the green But you’re never in between I’m so tired of being a good, good soldier Will it get better When we get a little older I’m so tired of being a good, good soldier I just need these loving hands to hold her