Lyrics Van Nuys - Hotel Books
Every
church
has
a
steeple
and
their
own
form
of
suicide
And
I'd
like
to
think
if
I
lived
through
the
Bible,
soon
after,
I
would
have
probably
died.
But
I
have
no
weapons,
just
a
lot
of
ammunition
And
the
muddy
waters
I'm
stepping
in,
until
you
showed
me
my
own
wisdom.
I
promised
myself
I'd
never
neglect
another
gray
sky
Take
another
trip
to
Van
Nuys
and
stop
at
Best
Buy
To
see
if
the
record
I
wrote
has
sold
enough
for
me
to
just
fade
out
and
let
time
pass
by
And
I
don't
know
where
I
stand,
so
I
guess
I'll
just
fall
apart
Because
I
know
there's
blood
on
my
hands
if
there's
still
hate
in
my
heart
And
I
don't
know
where
I
stand,
so
I
guess
I'll
just
fall
apart
Because
I
know
there's
blood
on
my
hands
if
there's
still
hate
in
my
heart
I
booked
a
flight
back
to
Los
Angeles,
I'll
be
back
in
the
valley,
I
hope
you
can
handle
it.
Nothing
says
'I
love
you'
quite
like
your
iron
fist
and
I'm
fine
with
it,
as
long
as
you're
happy.
I
guess
there's
a
reason
the
artist
is
rarely
in
the
painting
A
self
portrait
is
too
personal
to
create
for
sustaining.
So
where
is
God
in
this
creation,
other
than
our
clouds?
This
mystery
we
pray
to,
hoping
it
will
water
our
grounds.
And
I
don't
know
where
I
stand,
so
I
guess
I'll
just
fall
apart
Because
I
know
there's
blood
on
my
hands
if
there's
still
hate
in
my
heart
And
I
don't
know
where
I
stand,
so
I
guess
I'll
just
fall
apart
Because
I
know
there's
blood
on
my
hands
if
there's
still
hate
in
my
heart
Let
this
song
be
a
memorial,
to
when
I
knew
who
I
was
I'm
picturing
out
my
burial,
but
my
heart
is
afraid
of
love
Let
this
song
be
a
memorial,
to
when
I
knew
who
I
was
I'm
picturing
out
my
burial,
but
my
heart
is
afraid
of
love,
I'm
afraid
of
love
Every
church
has
a
steeple
and
their
own
form
of
suicide
And
I'd
like
to
think
if
I
lived
through
the
Bible,
soon
after,
I
would
have
probably
died.
But
I
have
no
weapons,
just
a
lot
of
ammunition
And
the
muddy
waters
I'm
stepping
in,
until
you
showed
me
my
own
wisdom.
I
promised
myself
I'd
never
neglect
another
gray
sky
Take
another
trip
to
Van
Nuys
and
stop
at
Best
Buy
To
see
if
the
record
I
wrote
has
sold
enough
for
me
to
just
fade
out
and
let
time
pass
by
And
I
don't
know
where
I
stand,
so
I
guess
I'll
just
fall
apart
Because
I
know
there's
blood
on
my
hands
if
there's
still
hate
in
my
heart
And
I
don't
know
where
I
stand,
so
I
guess
I'll
just
fall
apart
Because
I
know
there's
blood
on
my
hands
if
there's
still
hate
in
my
heart
I
booked
a
flight
back
to
Los
Angeles,
I'll
be
back
in
the
valley,
I
hope
you
can
handle
it.
Nothing
says
'I
love
you'
quite
like
your
iron
fist
and
I'm
fine
with
it,
as
long
as
you're
happy.
I
guess
there's
a
reason
the
artist
is
rarely
in
the
painting
A
self
portrait
is
too
personal
to
create
for
sustaining.
So
where
is
God
in
this
creation,
other
than
our
clouds?
This
mystery
we
pray
to,
hoping
it
will
water
our
grounds.
And
I
don't
know
where
I
stand,
so
I
guess
I'll
just
fall
apart
Because
I
know
there's
blood
on
my
hands
if
there's
still
hate
in
my
heart
And
I
don't
know
where
I
stand,
so
I
guess
I'll
just
fall
apart
Because
I
know
there's
blood
on
my
hands
if
there's
still
hate
in
my
heart
Let
this
song
be
a
memorial,
to
when
I
knew
who
I
was
I'm
picturing
out
my
burial,
but
my
heart
is
afraid
of
love
Let
this
song
be
a
memorial,
to
when
I
knew
who
I
was
I'm
picturing
out
my
burial,
but
my
heart
is
afraid
of
love,
I'm
afraid
of
love
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