The party is dying a slow painful death
I’m wearing a Slayer t-shirt
My Sunday best
And Heaven it seems is a childhood memory
Of a cruel joke
Put on your coat, say your goodbyes
I hear that it’s nice
But that might be a lie
The fun has been had
It’s okay to leave
If I was in Gods’ graces
If I was in Gods’ graces
If I was in Gods’ graces
She’d be flying tonight
I have been one for throwing in the towel
And I’ve gotten used to the idea
He’s no where to be found
I’d have a thing or two to say
If he were here right now
But that will never happen
‘Cause faith has no face
Wears no crown
The cans are thrown out
The last dish is clean
It was one hell of a party
We were one hell of a team
And Heaven it seems
Is a pyramid scheme
From a dear friend
If I was in Gods’ graces
If I was in Gods’ graces
If I was in Gods’ graces
She’d be flying tonight
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022