Your Personal Religion - Sophie Hunger

Your personal religion

Your enthusiastic expression

Your daring clothes, your overdose

Your intimate songs

Your broken vows, your divorces

Your forced sexual discourses

Your tight jeans, your sun cream spirituality

It doesn’t speak, doesn’t speak

Your anti-depressant breakfast table

Your MTV porn feeding the children

How did your dad think you’re worth the war?

Your clever quotes on independence

Your independent of loneliness

Your massive, massive lack of self control

It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me

It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me

Yeah

You’re taking care of your body

You’re taking care of your soul

You’re psycho, your psychoanalysis

Your T-shirt says punk, you’re so rock and roll

You do whatever you want, oh I know I know

You’re individual, individual-al-al vomit

It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me

It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me

With the sound of my city

With the blowing of the wind

And the silence of our children sleeping

Have I come to understand

With the pushing of the rivers

With the falling of the rain

With the dusting way it’s drifting

I will sing and sing again

It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die, oh no

It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die

It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die, oh no

It’s never gonna die, it’s never never gonna die