Christ Versus Warhol

Feeling fallen
Seeing wait again
Running and jumping
Wins the race

Steering the faith of ignorance
Can I help my boss last as he hit the stage?
Intolerance, that's what it is
As swing speed tells me I'm screaming
And the hobby grew
I could jog you into a corner
Or hold that brick back in its place

Finding, finding, finding, finding, finding
Are you worrying me?
Are you worrying me?
Are you worrying me?

It's a truant
It's a truant
It's a truant

Try, try to fight
Try, try

My name
It's a lion's mane
I'm a lion's mane

Christ versus Warhol
You can't laugh it
Oh, you
I'm just handy Johnson

So much to explore
A waste in a crowd
And something rotten fly away
Believing she can see you
Believing I can see you

Waiting, waiting, wait
Believing, leaving, leaving you

Finding my faith
Finding my feet
Wait, wait, wait

It's not the cream of darling
The sentence to me that's coming
A groan at the disaffected

And the hobby grew waiting
And the hobby grew standing

And the hobby grew scheming
And the hobby grew forming
And the hobby grew rehearsing
And the hobby grew cajoling
And the hobby grew trembling
And the hobby grew standing
And the hobby grew scheming

And the hobby grew feeling
And the hobby grew fighting
And the hobby grew seeing
And the hobby grew solid
And the hobby grew