Lyrics

The Dominican restaurant, a difficult dress With burlap and feathers pressed up against mesh Made alive in the spirit, put to death in the flesh She had quite a few drinks, you had one or two less She said "Hey, thanks for coming, can I ask you a question?" Made alive in the spirit, put to death in the flesh Where there are wild animals, there will also be angels This is the gospel of the lord The flood's gonna come, there will also be stretches of drought There will be times that you doubt us And the cops they all crowded around us But they must have built the case from the particle board 'Cause it collapsed under pressure and it fell to the floor You said, "Do you really think I was gonna come and make a confession?" They put a hole in your shoulder, there was blood on the wall She met you in the hallway and said, "Hey thanks for calling me" Surviving in spirit, put to death in the flesh Where there are wild animals, there will also be angels This is the gospel of the lord And when there's sad criminals, there will also be tourniquets And shell casings on the floor And can you still see the shadows? Is your mouth still a mess? Did you watch it unravel? Are you still unimpressed? Survive in the spirit, put to death in the flesh A hawk in the hallway, a bear at the bar A city of staircase, an oncoming car A passionate kiss, a distraction from the depths of depression Where there are wild animals, there will also be angels This is the gospel of the lord A flood's gonna come, there will also be seasons of drought There will be days that you doubt us And the cops, they came and crowded around us Because where there's sad criminals, there will also be tourniquets And shell casings on the floor Where there are wild animals, there will also be angels There will also be angels