Testo A Month Of Sundays

A month of Sundays, law enforced The church's new torture is now enforced A month of church every day Is what they want without delay Backed by troops, hated by people One day you're forced towards the steeple You're living in the shadow of death The lightning bolt that steals your breath The church's doors are never shut You're always welcome in But when will the day come When you have to pay for them to relieve your sin?