Hang The Mason - From Autumn To Ashes

We arrived at the sullen gates of heathens penniless

And we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressed

We don’t know what we’re doing here but Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my

interests

I’ve never been any good at following those rules, they taught in Sunday school

They keep you locked up till the time is right

Maybe I’m just jealous of your faith

They keep your mind and body occupied

Maybe I’d fair better as a saint

I am pleased to accept your application for my review

And I’ll arrange for a proper orientation if you have a clue as to what it is

we’re doing here

I don’t expect you to show up qualified and fearless

Blow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be?

Cause now is your chance to leave

They keep you locked up till the time is right

Maybe I’m just jealous of your faith

They keep your mind and body occupied

Maybe I’d fair better as a saint

And on that day, they’ll hang the mason, who laid the stones for the wells we

wish in

And on that day, they’ll give a sermon

My ears do their best to listen