Menomena - TitheLyrics

Spending the best years of a childhood horizontal on the floor Like a bobsled minus the teamwork and the televised support And nothing sounds appealing Someone retired on a percentage of the tithe that paved these roads They lead to nowhere but they're still gridlocked, made of Solomon's pure gold Beneath the door frame waiting for earthquakes after the rapture comes and goes The saints went marching, the trumpets salving, the chosen ones are phoning a goal And nothing sounds appealing