Hollywood Catholic

I've had bad days and worse nights
Rough sex and fist fights
I've got blood on my knees, so won't you pray for me?
I've lost my senses and all direction
I've got blood on my knees, so won't you pray for me?
What is God Country like?
Is Heaven truly benevolent?
Bastard idols on a silver screen
Dead men of the jury
And oh God the verdicts out
And we left in a hurry
I hate to ask for forgiveness
I've got a pocket full of pardons and a witness
Red dress, Hollywood star
Drowning us in church wine at the bar
If I ever meet God up above
I'll tell him all about the people he loves
The people down here they don't practice what they preach, my lord
The people down here they keep the lies in their teeth, my lord
And oh they keep lying to me