there's a place in the back of the stall
where the plaster's so thin
there's a crack in the wall
and if you bend to the ground
and squint really well
they say that you're bound
to catch a glimpse into hell
as the smoke clears away for the view
all the people are waiting
lined up in the pews
and the sermon begins
and he's gritting his teeth
cause the music's kicked in
with the pulsating beat
good folks and sad blokes
sunday afternoon
hymn notes and cheap hokes
in the back of a dark, empty room
there's a sickening smell to this room
of whiskey-stained breath
and the cheapest perfume
there's a girl in her bra
and sex in your pants
and she's sucking a straw
as she begs you to dance
downtown and down low
sunday afternoon
highlights and high hopes
old rusty cross on the roof
they come to this place
to a batch of filling
each side, a better extreme
a flash and a wink of an eye
a hail mary
inside and angels bad dream
there's a place in the back of the stall
where the plaster's so thin
there's a crack in the wall
and if you bend to the ground
and squint really well
they say that you're bound
to catch a glimpse into hell
