Songtext von Latter Day Saint

One, two, three, four Stayed in bed and watched the ceiling Prayed to heavens up above Just to think you were a widow Never found again true love Lost the will to live your dreaming Lonely caving and resigned Sit and think now, another drink now It'll cross your mind Latter day, latter day saint (latter day, latter day) Latter day, latter day saint (latter day, latter day) Trophy wives with Christian names Latter day, latter day saint We stayed sober Easter Sunday Strung it up to cut the blood Twelve apostles on the TV Knew that it was all made up Don't know why I got the feeling This could maybe be undone As the candles hit the curtains We watched ourselves go up Latter day, latter day saint (latter day, latter day) Latter day, latter day saint (latter day, latter day) Consecrated for a day Latter day, latter day saint (latter day, latter day)