Lyrics Envy on the Coast

Envy on the Coast

If God Smokes Cheap Cigars

I will meet you on the stairs,meet you just below the steeple

you can bring all of the people whom you think you can change.

We'll take the elevator down and thought your flesh is unaffected

you'll tell me just how scared you are to watch the others burn.

Watch the others burn.

And if the alter came to us, I don't believer our eyes would shutter

tongues knotted as we stutter

over prayers we'd swore we'd say.

If it was written in that book,

all the answers to the questions

maybe we'd find the time to read it before we die,

someday before we die.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

'Cause we might as well be blind

If seeing is believing

This parable's misleading

you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses

that you'll fire in vain.

But those 12 rounds just won't do,

There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]

We know all there is to know, a carpenter and a magician

bread and wine, and sins from which we must abstain.

That's what the stories said, they said that sins shall be forgiven.

So count your blessings and wait and take this name in vain.

We've got this all wrong

We must have made a mistake...

If there were holes in our hands, I don't believe,

I don't believe that anything would change.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

'Cause we might as well be blind

If seeing is believing

This parable's misleading

you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses

that you'll fire in vain.

But those 12 rounds just won't do,

There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x4]

I've never coveted nor killed and I was taught to say Amen.

I've read of bloody hands and incorruptibles.

I'm just hoping for the best...

I can't believe that you could say,

"The answers unlock this gate..."

'Cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change

you'd still be wishing you were blessed.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead [x4]

'Cause we might as well be blind

If seeing is believing

This parable's misleading

you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses

that you'll fire in vain.

But those 12 rounds just won't do,

There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]