Say Your Prayers - Bulletboys

Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa!

Yeah yeah yeah!

Watch the skyhigh fly

Did you think I’d never find out?

Well smiling lies

Something says as good as a shout

Cause I feel the highs over picking my back

Pierced through the heart

I won’t take it Well that stuff makes for fuel for a start

Religious hour, a taste of every man

That’s one of those things you’ll never, never need again

Give up the path

When you’re driving yourself

(Say your prayers)

If you want a fight, baby

I’m pleased to oblige

Oh wow-wow!

Slow

What goes up will always come 'round

Said you’re so dainty

Crying is your favourite sound

When the chance romance, the morning is man

It’s Russian roulette

Clang, clang, clang, clang

Busted, baby, that’s what you get

Religious hour, a taste of every man

That’s one of those things that never, never needs again

Want a fight

I’m pleased to oblige

(Say your prayers)

Oh baby you broke the pact

When you jumped in the sack

(Say your prayers)

Whoa!

Ready or not

Take a shot

(Say your prayers)

Pumpin' the pauper

A part that should rise

(Say your prayers)

Say your

Say your prayers

Whoa!

If you want a fight

I’m pleased to oblige

(Say your prayers)

You broke the pact

When you jumped in the sack

(Say your prayers)

I’m taking a shot

Ready or not

(Say your prayers)

I’m pumpin' the pauper

A part that should rise

Say your

Say your prayers

Say your prayers