Letra Bad sects Cursive

Bad sects

For 20 years I've held this pulpit.
Preached the word, served the Eucharist,
Gained the trust of the townsfolk.
Made every football game, never missed a social.

Last week, a boy I taught theology
Came back in town with a new ideology,
And now those feelings-- I tucked away
Threaten this sanctuary.

A lifetime of burning culminated in one innocent, forbidden touch.
I know this is wrong because I'm told this is wrong.

A new recruit, twenty-five years old.
He joined the habit with a chip on his shoulder.
Some nights he'd proclaim his preference
But only flat back drunk on a bottle of Jameson.
One of those nights we stayed up, the two of us.
Singing our lives, just the two of us.
We were hiding in the dark,
I fell asleep by his side.

We woke to the chimes of the bells in the steeple and ran off to separate rooms.
They can't know what we've done,
Or our whole world would come undone.

You'll never live this down,
You'll never live this down,
You'll never live this down,
(They're gonna find you out!),
You'll never live this down,
(And when they find you out!),
You'll never live this down,
(They're gonna drag you out! Don't let them find you!).

I know this is wrong, because we're told this is wrong.