Lyric Dark Sunday

You re like poison
You smile at me
Talk of love.
He will forgive me
If I confess.

Your dark Sunday
You lied to me
And so I
Replaced God
With a picture of my car.

I don t like this
I don t like this.

I m on the E kick
So heaven s in my head
I m in Outland
Shame on me.

I want pictures
People come, people go
D you think God
Will forgive me soon?

You won t like this
You won t like this.

Rip it up
Rip it into pieces
Rip it up
Rip it for good.

Touch me, touch me.

He won t like this
He won t like this

He won t touch me
I can t dance and I can t sing
I m not stone shape
But time runs out.

I don t like this
All I see is cold and hard
All I can do now
Is break the word

I don t like this
I don t like this.

He will love me?
Well thank him
For nothing.
I need that like
I need a disease.

So pray for me.
I don t mind
I don t care.
I ve found love
It s an American machine.

I don t like this
I don t like this.