| These days the dust doesn’t settle |
| On the face of things, you’re just a freckle |
| And you know things could start to get better |
| But is it any wonder you’ve been freakin' out? |
| If you can’t keep your wits about you |
| Payday loans will build an altar |
| I’ll be leader, holy roller |
| We’ll drink red wine mixed with cola |
| I’m gonna start a religion |
| Something to keep my hands busy |
| Paint our angels on the ceilin' |
| We need somethin' to believe in |
| Oh, I know I know I know the feelin' |
| (Know I know the feelin') |
| Is this real? Believe it, I couldn’t |
| The play is bad, the acting is wooden |
| And God, you’re a hell of a woman |
| But is it any wonder you’ve been freakin' out? |
| Our paradise is golden lit |
| Like porno sites and contour kits |
| Oh, our data trails, long |
| Will never die, will linger on |
| I’m gonna start a religion |
| Something to keep my hands busy |
| Paint our angels on the ceilin' |
| We need somethin' to believe in |
| Oh, I know I know I know the feelin' |
| Oh, you’ve been out too long |
| Did you really think and do what we would want? |
| I guess you fancied a change |
| Oh, oh, oh, you fancied a change |
| Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |
| I’m gonna start a religion now |
| For all of the kids with no future |
| Paint our angels on the ceilin' |
| We need something to believe in |
| Oh, I know I know I know the feelin' |