
To: the surgeon cloaks Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
She got a girl but no one knows
She keeps her close, on the down-low
She cries out "Lord, why did you
Make me want my own?"
And momma says "ew that's gross"
Help us, Lord
He who's perfect, cast the first stone
An athlete's arm with a rotting soul
A surgeon-cloaked amateur
With a plank-eyed glow
Can call it love but it's just control
Help us, Lord
Help us, Lord
Tell the truth, make it known
With your words, convert the souls
I don't think that you're as
Convincing as you'd hope
On your stage made of gold
Help us, Lord
Help us, Lord
Help us, Lord
Help us, Lord
How 'bout try to care for those heathen dirty whores
How 'bout stop pretending you're any better with your lofty morals
How bout not demonize those with whom you don't agree
And make the faceless numbers into human beings
He who's perfect cast the first stone
He who's perfect cast the first stone
He who's perfect cast the first stone
She got a girl but no one knows
Help us, Lord