Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Allen Stone - Neon Cathedral lyrics

One, two, now
'Round here they sing broken hymns
Their prayers flow better when
They're soaked in gin
The amp's dusty and sit's in the corner
By a bartender that'll pickpocket your heart
And a jukebox that'll steal your quarter
Bartender, please, give me a confession
Exchange fear for courage in the
Form of a well drink
There's a heavy current
Got a long way to swim
Closed the Bible a while ago
I need some shots for this sin
Hail Mary, come with me
Feel like Pac when it hit's
Got some fire in my belly and
A riot in the gut bushmills for a Band-Aid
The sweet taste of blood
Then I might actually feel something if
I don't cover it up
Rusted faces, familiar places
Even if they haven't left the vinyl
Booth that they stayed in
The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant
And a truth that's so strong I'd be
A fool not to chase it
But yet, I'm a fool and I stay here
Hope these problems drown themselves
I die in wait here
One more, four more, fuck it, a night cap
Service starts at five tomorrow and
I'll be right back

Underneath this fragile frame
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But, I've misplaced that sense of pride
This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine
Listen closely as I testify
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

I read the Bible but I forgot the verses
The liquor store is open later
Than the church is
Pure by their imperfections
Everything that's burning
To hell with the confessions
All the Lord Have Mercys
Blessed in holy water, the sin
Oh Holy Father
Have you ever smelled flesh that
Sweats out Monarch vodka?
11 AM in the morning and you
Can't get it off ya
Calling to the preacher but it's
Like the pastor isn't talkin'
Until the store opens and I
Can re-up on that doctrine
The people close to me say that
I'm in need of a doctor
Think that I got a problem
But these are not apostles
This is the drink of the Lord
That's according to my gospel
Open to interpretation
If you're judging it I don't want it
I got sins that scald like my
Throat when I hit the bottle
And I'm sinking and that's why
I keep on drinking i need a refill
Far more than once every weekend
Sweet Jesus, I'm getting amnesia
Shaking 'til I'd get a taste
My faith is having seizures
Every time I walk away and try to leave it
Every time I walk away and try to leave it

Wouldn't miss it for the world
Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God
At the Neon Cathedral
Wouldn't miss it for the world
Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God
Neon Cathedral uh, Neon Cathedral

Underneath this fragile frame
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But, I've misplaced that sense of pride
This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine
But listen closely as I testify
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night