Charles Hamilton - Catholic Guitarist lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Catholic Guitarist lyrics]
No, I haven't showered come as you are
I've been praying, laying under the stars
No wonder I'm far
My hunger got my stomach so hard
When I shit it's like thunder and gwar
I'm a ra tard
I black like Zack, my pun is bizarre
I really just want a guitar acoustic
My wishes only come true in my music
So to my love, I'm sorry I'm so abusive
Hitchhiking shooting up in a Buick
Staying down, shake it down saying "do it"
Memories of my momma saying I'm useless
Mental torture and still forced to use lips
Then I torture and kill more than my two lips
Get it more when I'm in a
Morgue for some cool shit venom jaws
"Isn't Charles on some new shit?"
Screw this - Eric Cartman i'm moving
I can wonder why, but I know you hate me
It's fine it's cool
I don't want to die, but the love created me
It's fine it's cool
I'm just a dirty white boy
I'm just a dirty white boy
I'm just a dirty white boy
Waiting for the pearly gates to
Take me right back
Same sweatsocks for a year and some change
My songs are my thoughts
So you're hearing deranged
The fear of the strange has
Me hearing my brain
Faith in suicide but fearing the pain
Pissed that gay and queer is the same
I hate Frank Ocean here is the drain
And the homo-ass thoughts that
Peer in my brain has me standing right the
Motherfucking here looking strange
Dearly estranged
I clearly refrain from hearing your name
I want my soul smeared with a chain
I pick up my acoustic and I
Smile at the thoughts I shared
Psychically, because they're too raw to share
The piano is too heavy to travel with
And the pain I channel
Is too heavy to battle with
No Coke, I am the heaviest accident
You met me when heaven accepted
Me as their bastard kid
All this pain I give to you, O Lord
My scars, my pain, I give it to you, O Lord
I know my role, my job
I may not touch your robe
If I die before I wake, please, let me know
So I can know
I've been praying, laying under the stars
No wonder I'm far
My hunger got my stomach so hard
When I shit it's like thunder and gwar
I'm a ra tard
I black like Zack, my pun is bizarre
I really just want a guitar acoustic
My wishes only come true in my music
So to my love, I'm sorry I'm so abusive
Hitchhiking shooting up in a Buick
Staying down, shake it down saying "do it"
Memories of my momma saying I'm useless
Mental torture and still forced to use lips
Then I torture and kill more than my two lips
Get it more when I'm in a
Morgue for some cool shit venom jaws
"Isn't Charles on some new shit?"
Screw this - Eric Cartman i'm moving
I can wonder why, but I know you hate me
It's fine it's cool
I don't want to die, but the love created me
It's fine it's cool
I'm just a dirty white boy
I'm just a dirty white boy
I'm just a dirty white boy
Waiting for the pearly gates to
Take me right back
Same sweatsocks for a year and some change
My songs are my thoughts
So you're hearing deranged
The fear of the strange has
Me hearing my brain
Faith in suicide but fearing the pain
Pissed that gay and queer is the same
I hate Frank Ocean here is the drain
And the homo-ass thoughts that
Peer in my brain has me standing right the
Motherfucking here looking strange
Dearly estranged
I clearly refrain from hearing your name
I want my soul smeared with a chain
I pick up my acoustic and I
Smile at the thoughts I shared
Psychically, because they're too raw to share
The piano is too heavy to travel with
And the pain I channel
Is too heavy to battle with
No Coke, I am the heaviest accident
You met me when heaven accepted
Me as their bastard kid
All this pain I give to you, O Lord
My scars, my pain, I give it to you, O Lord
I know my role, my job
I may not touch your robe
If I die before I wake, please, let me know
So I can know