Hell As Well - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Pastor, pastor, please, why are you taking off your jeans

And your best Sunday shoes

To show me what's underneath?

There's still people in the pews

And my mom's in the other room

I don't know what you want me to do

But she told me to listen to you

Pastor, pastor, please, I'm only nine, you're fifty-two

And I thought you didn't believe

That gays could be Christian too

Listen, listen, listen, I swear this won't take long

If you think this is right, then I'm fine with being wrong

Turning nickels into dimes just to change my state of mind

Turning nothing into something since I was only nine

All the boomers say we're blind, all this shit is in our mind

Go to church on Sunday morning and you should be feeling fine

You should be feeling fine

I did my time in the pews, I took the biblical abuse

I sang the hymns when I didn't even want to

I sat through the sermons

To hear them say my friends would go to Hell

But if that's sinning

Then send me straight to Hell as well

Pastor, pastor, please, why is it that women shouldn't preach

And that there's parts of that book

That you don't like to teach?

I'm not the only one confused

'Cause my mom's in the other room

She's scared of the things you do

And said maybe not to listen to you

I did my time in the pews, I took the biblical abuse

I sang the hymns when I didn't even want to

I sat through the sermons

To hear them say my friends would go to Hell

But if that's sinning

Then send me straight to Hell as well

(Then send me straight to Hell as well)

Then send me straight to Hell as well

(Then send me straight to Hell as well)