The Big Moon — Holy Roller

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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 mix 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’