All good christians (slow waltz version)

They made laws on guns and suicide
It seems all good christians wanna die
I turned away a blackened eye
To the last honest guy i knew
If i could sleep the next three years
And then wake up to what life is
We're all going up
But i'm comin' down too soon
And its drilled into me now
Trying to still sleep but its let me down
And i love you
But thats impossible
And i've romanticised it now
Something to relate to the tiny crowd
Of thirty if i'm lucky
But that's impossible
That's impossible
We're all fucked on weed and LSD, inhaling things
Our lungs for keeps and i swear i'll take anything if it helps me clear my head
Ive tried counting sheep and calling girls
I wanna talk to you but you're asleep
So i lie around
And think about all my brain cells that are dead
And they have to make us wait
Judgement day, the great debate
Do we procreate?
Cause i don't wanna bring new life to a world on which i cannot rely
We will one day if we're lucky
But that's impossible
That's impossible
Cmon now, slow it down
They made laws on suicide
Seems all good christians wanna die
I turned away a blackened eye
I'm no honest guy
And i know it sounds defeatist
And in a way i guess it is
And i know it sounds defeatist
But that would mean i would be sick of it
And that's impossible
Ohhhhh
That's impossible
That's impossible
Ohhhhh
That's impossible
Oh oh oh oh