Slide

Mum I'm not going out today

I've got other holy business to attend to

And I'm gonna be late

It's communion season out of town

And I'll be gone for at least four hours

Don't keep dinner for me

Shake hands on my behalf

And make it known I'm up to nothing suspicious

Take the clio to the Harris straight

And hit the ton with Metallica on

And

Slide, backslide

I've got this funny feeling that I'll be found out

Through the black sunglasses

And the heart from the cupboard

While the lost boys live it up in the town

Shouting pugilistic liturgy

To all who will see it delivered

Second class in the eyes of the protestant mass

A drunk punch flies past and it's going down

A slight hand holds blond hair back

From the imminent vomit

And you've been clasping that hand on my mouth

So

Slide, backslide

Take a ride, backslide

Slide

Joining is easy

The hard part is leaving