Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neon Cathedral, artist - Macklemore. Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neon Cathedral |
| Aha |
| Uhm |
| Round here they sing broken hymns |
| Their prayers flow better when they’re soaked in gin |
| The amp’s dusty and sits in the corner |
| By a bartender that’ll pickpocket your heart |
| And a jukebox that’ll steal your quarter |
| Bartender, please give me a confession |
| Exchange fear for courage in the form of a well drink |
| There’s a heavy current, got a long way to swim |
| Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin |
| Hail Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits |
| Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut |
| Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood |
| Then I might actually feel something if I don’t cover it up |
| Rusted faces, familiar places |
| Even if they haven’t left the vinyl booth that they stayed in |
| The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant |
| And a truth that’s so strong I’d be a fool not to chase it |
| But yet, I’m a fool and I stay here |
| Hope these problems drown themselves, I die in wait here |
| One more, four more, fuck it a night cap |
| Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I’ll be right back |
| Underneath this fragile frame |
| Lives a battle between pride and shame |
| But I’ve misplaced that sense of fright |
| This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine |
| Listen closely as I testify |
| Dependency has been that thief at night |
| Thief at night, thief at night |
| I read the Bible, but I forgot the verses |
| The liquor store is open later than the church is |
| Pured by their imperfections, everything that’s burning |
| To Hell with the confessions, all the «Lord Have Mercy’s» |
| Blessed in holy water, the sin, Oh Holy Father |
| Have you ever smelled flesh that sweats out Monarch vodka? |
| 11 AM in the morning and you can’t get it off ya |
| Callin' to the preacher but it’s like the pastor isn’t talking |
| Until the store opens I can re-up on that doctrine |
| The people close to me say that I’m in need of a doctor |
| Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles |
| This is the drink of the Lord, that’s according to my gospel |
| Open to interpretation, if you’re judgin' I don’t want it |
| I got sins that scold like my throat when I hit the bottle |
| And I’m sinking and that’s why I keep on drinking |
| I need a refill, far more than once every weekend |
| Sweet Jesus, I’m getting amnesia |
| Shaking 'til I get a taste, my faith is having seizures |
| Every time I walk away and try to leave it |
| Every time I walk away and try to leave it |
| Wouldn’t miss it for the world |
| Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church |
| Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel |
| Spend it all searching for God at the Neon Cathedral |
| Wouldn’t miss it for the world |
| Baptized my vices and the bar is my church |
| Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel |
| Spend it all searching for God, Neon Cathedral |
| Neon Cathedral |
| Underneath this fragile frame |
| Lives a battle between pride and shame |
| But I’ve misplaced that sense of fright |
| This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine |
| Listen closely as I testify |
| Dependency has been that thief at night |
| Thief at night, thief at night |
| Dependency has been that thief at night |
| Thief at night, thief at night |
| Dependency has been that thief at night |
| Thief at night, thief at night |