City Upon A Hill

Try and hold me underwater

Maybe when I can’t breathe I’ll be sane

But I’m not the wrong one,

Hold your own breath, if you think I’m ever coming back.

Fence me into your conventions,

My white teeth are still so crooked,

I don’t pray with my eyes closed anymore,

To hope, they’ve gotta be open.

 

I feel bad for you,

It’s a long way down from

The city upon a hill.

I feel bad for you,

You’ll see you’re still a far cry from

The standard you’re made of,

It’s a long way down,

From the city upon a hill, ooh.

 

You hold a witch hunt, cause your

Scape goat’s escaping.

I must be some kinda ghost, to go through

These brick walls you believe in

 

I feel bad for you,

It’s a long way down from

The city upon a hill.

I feel bad for you,

You’ll see you’re still a far cry from

The standard you’re made of,

It’s a long way down,

From the city upon a hill, ooh.

 

You don’t need my pity,

So why do you need my head bowed down.

You don’t need my pity

So why do you need my head bowed down,

You’re better off burning this city,

You’re better off burning this city, in your head.

 

I feel bad for you,

It’s a long way down from

The city upon a hill.

I feel bad for you,

You’ll see you’re still a far cry from

The standard you’re made of,

It’s a long way down,

From the city upon a hill, ooh.