Profanity Prayers lyrics

In a cast iron cage you couldn't help

But stare like a creature

With the laws of a brothel

And the fireproof bones of a preacher

And your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino

On a government loan with a guillotine in your libido

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers

Who's gonna answer

These profanity prayers

Well you know how it looks

When you pull all your books from the table

And you stare into space

Trying to discern what to say now

And you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing

'Cause you can't just live on air

And float to the ceiling

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers

Who's gonna answer

Profanity prayers

• Artist:Beck
• Album:Modern Guilt