European Skies

Sun don't shine in the middle of November or December
Doves don't chirp in the middle of the night
If the Son of God came in the form of a bird
It wouldn't ever fly
European sky

They say seein' is believin'
Well, I don't see angel nor demon
I demand explanation, the pastor says, "For what reason?"
Well, pastor, your theory lacks reason
Meanin', when I ask Google the question even Siri lacks speakin'
It's semen, the sperm travelin' to the egg
Makes more sense than Adam and evenings of Gospel
Your book's speaketh of birth
But don't speaketh of fossils
It's awful how often we argue about these religions
What's right and what's sinnin'?
Who's lost and who's winnin'?
While the winters of the ones without homes are too chillin'
Would hell be a better place?
They say it's warm there
They say we all sin, so our people would swarm there
There must be a lot of room in Heaven because only a baby is pure
So maybe we're born there
Maybe the division of religion
Would cause us to be torn there, Earth is so dirty
We come from the dust of the dirt from the Earth, Earth is so dirty
We're told to not love worldly things
But we come from the dirt of the Earth and the Earth is so worldly
As we fidget spin around the sun and the night swallows the day
Remember that for some, um

Sun don't shine in the middle of November or December
Doves don't chirp in the middle of the night
If the Son of God came in the form of a bird
It wouldn't ever fly
European sky

Close your eyes