Our Life After Life
We’ll stoke the flames and curse our names,
But from time to time we’ll admit
With voices clear that our faith was sincere
And religion still isn’t worth shit.
We’ll rue our lives from 9 to 5,
Then head home and make love immoral.
If love is taboo then I guess we’ll have to
Fuck or have sex or just oral.
We’ll drink and curse, or do much worse,
At this point there’s nothing to lose.
It might seem odd, but soldiers for God
Have done worse than swearing and booze.
We’ll do our best despite failing the test,
And our future together is bright.
It would break my heart if they tore us apart,
But otherwise, things are alright.
In Heaven, they say, that day after day
Is supposed to be limitless bliss,
But if I were there and you were down here,
Then I would trade it for this.