Texty: The Rapture. Sister Savior.

Can you feel it
Sister Savior
Drawing you inot the club?
Sister Savior's
past behavior
has me falling in love

Hey-ey-ey-ey
Sister Savior
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Catholic lover
Why'd you leave me?
At least our bad times were ours

last night I had a dream
A warm fiels, strawberries and cream
A poor man wearing rusty mail
With contentment plastered on his face
He was sipping form a bottle
On his forhead read the motto
'If I drink myself to death,
At least I'll know U had a good time'

One last late night
Sister Savior
Before it's too late

Hey-ey-ey-ey
Sister Savior
Hey-ey-ey-ey
You know I love her
please belive me
please belive me
this is the good life
And no more bad times could be ours