Devil's at the Pulpit

Blood on the cobblestone
Children in bed for the night
The watchman is there but he doesn't care
It's alright

Souls are gathering
They dance in the pale moonlight
The sermon's prepared
The sheep are all sheared
It's not right

Devil's at the pulpit and it's hard to look away
'Cause he's really not as ugly as my momma told me
Ooo I know you know exactly what I'm trying to say
So I wash my soul away
In this unholy water

Where do we go from here
The fruit is bruised and consumed
This curse is my lot
Desired or not
It's my doom

I didn't know, I didn't see, I didn't think...
That isn't true
I just didn't care
With cuts on my knees
And leaves from my tea
I prepare