Withered Hand - (It's a) Wonderful Lie lyrics

I came to your house with big holes in my trousers We'd sit on your bed when your father allowed us To speak, and he spoke to me But my physiognomy Gave me away every time I was losing my mind in my Ps and Qs I've seen you undressing I'm nodding my head but I'm done second-guessing In my mind's eye I don't mind I've seen you like this a million times And they're half-asleep by their oversized TVs Under porcelain animals and children with degrees And they talk about whisky and their cod life philosophies Their phony bonhomie makes me feel uneasy They say "we used to know someone Who used to know someone who used to sing in a band" Well you're breaking my hand when you shake it sir Do you think that it makes you sir Feel like you are more of a man? I don't understand Is my procrastination a cause or effect? And my guess is this flesh is too weak to respect The will, oh well No highway to hell But it runs between row upon row of identical houses; If there is a God tell me how he allowed this to go by In my mind's eye I've seen you like this a million times I sink two cans of Rockstar to your one can of Red Bull You say "it's three quarters empty" And I say "no, it's a quarter full" You say "touche If you're so smart hey How come I feel so ugly when you say I'm beautiful?" Save me from temptation And deliver me from inadequacy Let me show love to those who are unkind to me As yours is the way and the power and the glory Well dress like a who*e and pretend to ignore me 'Cause I like that Oh yeah I don't mind I've seen you like this a million times Sole deo gloria Sole deo gloria I'm so tired of fighting to make myself heard One day I'll be singing this song And you'll be hanging on my words Well, we all get where we're going eventually This used to be a holy day; Put your head in my lap It's a wonderful lie And I'm singing to you From the back of the room I see you turn your face away