we all pray on sundays Lyrics

I guess I should document this

In fifty years I want to look back on it

You know my thoughts and all

See if I changed

This is journal entry one

Warm light, outside, early service

Spring time, my grandma

Is dressed by six thirty

She said pot's on the stove

With your breakfast don't worry

Now wake up your cousins

And make sure ya'll hurry

You know

We all pray on Sundays

Cause the devil's got a hold on me

And if we want a better life

Then Sunday's never free

And I'd be mad right

Was just a little kid

Sleepovers in the living room

With pillow forts and chips

That's the life

How it could it be better

Why I gotta sit on wooden benches

In my brand new sweater

How does heaven work anyways

Cause my friend at school says

That God ain't real

The bible's fake

And we're all dumb

What do you say

Grandma, what do you say

I knew what she was going to say

Come on now

We all pray on sundays

Don't be talking back

It's clear your friend was never saved

What the hell are they teaching in class

My skepticism never stopped

I was in church choir half hearted

Bible study, doodling on pages

Seems like I was a believer but

Just in case it

Nevermind

But truthfully none of it made sense

I was just doing it cause

Everybody else was doing it

Even when I moved to california

And went to college

The first job I had was

Filming services for a church

I couldn't let it go

And when my grandma died

It seemed that gospel music

Started to feel like home again

I hated that all the good memories

Were tied up in religion

Because if God isn't real then are

All of those memories fake too

Was I raised to be manipulated

or am I not trying hard enough to believe

I don't know

But for some reason

For some weird reason

I still pray on Sundays

Something's got a hold on me

Am I going crazy

Or do I just miss my family

I don't know

Do I just miss my family