We Are Not The Same Lyrics

Extra Life We Are Not The Same

Our lady of the wagging finger
Saint of lies, and maybe even truths
A functionary

Nothing but a gargoyle on that bloated old cathedral they pay you not to see

You and me are not the same
We are not the same
You and me are not the same
Definitely not the same
Our lady of the pushed paper
File our sins, perform confession
A form apology

Offices and incense
The moral smoke of witch-flesh
At the DMV

Queen of your department
Both cunning and retarded