Secret Xtians Songtext
von Unknown Mortal Orchestra

I′m going to hide from the rain
I am tired of running 'round while these nuns eat my grain
Ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame, so lame

Secret Christians are all the same


Don′t be grumpy and cold
If you want to, I can burn up a hole in this coal
Don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die tonight

Secret Christians are not too bright

Na, na-na, na, na, na
Na, na-na, na, na, na
Na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Na, na-na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na, na-na
Na, na, na-na-na-na, na-na, na