Letra de If god smokes cheap cigars

I will meet you on the stairs,meet you just below the steeple
you can bring all of the people whom you think you can change.
We´ll take the elevator down and thought your flesh is unaffected
you´ll tell me just how scared you are to watch the others burn.
Watch the others burn.

And if the alter came to us, I don´t believer our eyes would shutter
tongues knotted as we stutter
over prayers we´d swore we´d say.
If it was written in that book,
all the answers to the questions
maybe we´d find the time to read it before we die,
someday before we die.

I´ll start to worry when I´m dead
I´ll start to worry when I´m dead

´Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable´s misleading
you´ve got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you´ll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won´t do,
There´s barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I´ll start to worry when I´m dead. [x3]

We know all there is to know, a carpenter and a magician
bread and wine, and sins from which we must abstain.
That´s what the stories said, they said that sins shall be forgiven.
So count your blessings and wait and take this name in vain.
We´ve got this all wrong
We must have made a mistake...
If there were holes in our hands, I don´t believe,
I don´t believe that anything would change.

I´ll start to worry when I´m dead
I´ll start to worry when I´m dead

´Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable´s misleading
you´ve got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you´ll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won´t do,
There´s barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I´ll start to worry when I´m dead. [x4]

I´ve never coveted nor killed and I was taught to say Amen.
I´ve read of bloody hands and incorruptibles.
I´m just hoping for the best...
I can´t believe that you could say,
"The answers unlock this gate..."
´Cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you´d still be wishing you were blessed.

I´ll start to worry when I´m dead [x4]

´Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable´s misleading
you´ve got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you´ll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won´t do,
There´s barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I´ll start to worry when I´m dead. [x3]