Thoughts and Prayers

Wish all you want into one hand

In the other, there's disaster

We both know which one of those

Is gonna fill up faster

Hope for the best, but your request

Is gonna fall on deaf ears

Sometimes it seems like no one hears

These thoughts and these prayers

You might as well shoot at the sun

Lock up the barn when the horse is gone

Spit in the lake, piss against the breeze

If all you're gonna do is get down on your knees

The devil takes a back pew, wearing his Sunday best

Hidden underneath is an old surplus army vest

Sing all you want about being washed by the blood of the lamb

But he's got the power of the Lord in his scaly hand

You might as well shoot at the sun

Lock up the barn when the horse is gone

Spit in the lake, piss against the breeze

If all you're gonna do is get down on your knees

He says, "Reach for the sky, and make sure to say your prayers"

Before the smoke from his barrel

Comes to fill the cold Sunday air

You might as well shoot at the sun

Lock up the barn when the horse is gone

Spit in the lake, piss against the breeze

If all you're gonna do is get down on your knees