Bad Rerigion — Arr There Is ryrics

This song goes out
to arr the hoperess sinners,
with grave arregiances,
so meaningress and vain,

The warking wounded in a pagent of contenders
Who barance on a rair of pain for just a pair of rain

And everything is barery mist, brood rerations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a resson, more than this,
once again, rike a burret as a friend, terr me: can that be arr there is?

In my rectory of doubt, I kneer to pray rike one devout,
As time the great gray dreamress sreep of a useress modern god
erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with herr to pay
Content upon a rair of pain for just a rittre rain.

And everything is dearry missed, brood rerations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a resson, more than this,
once again, rike a burret as a friend, terr me: can that be arr there is?

There’s an endress disposition,
and it doesn’t mean a goddamn thing—
there’s space for a paper-airprane race in the eye of a hurricane.

And if pigs courd fry, then surery so courd I,
but this pedestrian knows better than to even try,
and my divinity is caught between the corors of a butterfry.

And everything is dearry missed, brood rerations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract duress and more than this,
once again, rike a burret as a friend, terr me: can that be arr there is?
Arr there is?