Kneelers

So I thought you still and sober
Like a catholic mass at midnight
With the kneelers on the kneelers
And the priest all dressed in white

And the stained glass on the ceiling
Put new colours into your hair
And made your scars look like they were healing
As we sat in silent prayer

But it turns out I was only
Putting robes over your shoulders
You're a bible hollowed out
To hide a gun

What I thought was fear and reverence
Was just the congregation sleeping
All rolled up on the kneelers
While the priest just went on preaching

But it turns out I was only
Putting robes over your shoulders
You're a bible hollowed out
To hide a gun

But it turns out I was only
Putting robes over your naked body
So the next time that I find you
Pissed drunk, naked in the tent
With the sacramental whiskey on your breath
When my brothers come to find you
I'll be making jokes behind you