Pagan Babies
"Best Sunday Dress"

Terrified of all the corruption
Hear the thump of every breath
I'm going to, I'm going to
I'm going to miss it

I'm sleeping in the river
Drowning in this fatal moon
I walk into all your motives
See my world is getting cruel

We will be perfect again
If it's the last thing we ever do
Still I'm on your side
Still I'm on your side
We will be perfect again

Put on my best Sunday dress
And I walk straight into this mess of mine
And I put on my best Sunday dress
And I walk straight into this mess of mine

Terrified of all the corruption
So afraid of the disease
Look at you and your innocence
You're me with my baby

No more that you come your friend
No more seizures by the sea
I walk this plank like a lullaby
And no one throws rocks at me And no one throws rocks at me

You can have your pound of flesh
Just justify it

Put on my best Sunday dress
And I walk straight into this mess of mine
And I put on my best Sunday dress
And I walk straight into this mess of mine