Church Date lyrics

Son of a b*tch, it seems we've been tricked
Our heroes were whores and our martyrs just masochists
Lest you forget, we all but asked for this
Son of a b*tch, it seems the Lord has split, the preacher he's cracking, the crippled they're fasting
The tent is on fire, the tent is on fire, the tent is on fire, and we're all just gasping
Lest you forget, we all but ask for this