Withered Hand - Religious Songs lyrics

I don't really know what I should do like, should I be pa**ing this bread along to you? And I don't really know what the wine was for cos if it was Jesus' blood, wouldn't there be more? I'm knocking on Kevin's front door I'm singing religious songs and getting the words wrong my hair's getting too long for this congregation religious songs I'm getting the words wrong my hair's getting too long and they're saying "How does he really expect to be happy when he listens to d**h metal bands?" la la la la la If there's manna from heaven then you're disinclined to share you stole my heart and I stole your underwear you said religion is bullsh** it's all about metaphor well if I need a fence to sit on then I'll sit on yours, sit on yours dreaming of Babylon's who*es I'm singing religious songs and getting the words wrong my hair's getting too long for this congregation religious songs I'm getting the words wrong my hair's getting too long and they're saying "How does he really expect to be happy when he listens to d**h metal bands?" la la la la la I knew you so long I ran out of cool things to say I still bump into friends that we both had yesterday when they ask me how I am, I lie and say I'm doing fine they still manage to tell me I'm an easy lay holiday well that's okay, remember you thought I was gay? Well, I beat myself off when I sleep on your futon I walk in the rain with my secondhand suit on beat myself off when I sleep on your futon I walk in the rain, and I'm thinking if I happen to die tonight in my sleep I'll have cum and your blood on my hand la la la la la