Holy Shit by The Homeless Gospel Choir Lyrics

Each night I pray to Kurt Cobain
That the skin I'm living in won't let me die in vain
I'll wipe the sleep from my morning eyes
It lets me know I'm still alive
Everyone is gonna die
Tralla, tralla, tralla

Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
Father, Son, Holy shit
Pearly gates, or firey pit

I was born so far away from home
I forget sometimes where I'm supposed to go
If you could just get here somehow
I'd be feeling at home right now

So I can smash my own windows out

Cause I lose myself sometimes
The other times I'm fine
I still bleed when I get cut
And I'm still looking for songs to trust
So I can smash my own windows out

Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
Father, Son, Holy shit
Pearly gates, or firey pit

Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
Father, Son, Holy shit
Pearly gates, or firey pit

Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
Father, Son, Holy shit
Pearly gates, or firey pit

Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
Father, Son, Holy shit
Pearly gates, or firey pit

Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast
Father, Son, Holy shit
Pearly gates, or firey pit