This Town's Religion - Delays

This towns', this towns' religion

I don’t get it;

I just don’t get it

Shoot first, think last, forgive me

I don’t get it, but somehow I’m still right here

And this is the world we made, (it's) too late to start again, (I guess)

But at least I know where I belong

This town, this towns' religion

I don’t get it;

I just don’t get it

Drink more, talk less, so guilty

I don’t get it, but somehow I’m still right here

And this is the world we made, (it's) too late to start again

But at least I know where I belong, the face don’t fit but we can run

€œWhatever must you think of me, Simone?

Not offerin' to guide you safely home?

The stolen cars that tear the field apart, they’re bearing down on us,

we must departâ€

The lovers in the photograph have gone;

the lovers in the photograph have flown

Because no lover could believe in, this town, this town’s religion

And this is the world we made, strung out on street parades

But at least I know where I belong, the face don’t fit so we should run