"friendly fire" lyrics

Sweating bullets in your Sunday best
In a bathroom stall giving homophobes head
To the distant hum of a worship song
Crying out for love from a violent god

Wish you would not wish you would not wake up
Wish you wouldn't wish you wouldn't wake up

Pile on the friendly fire
How we gonna break the cycle?
Sleeping with a 45
When we gonna break the cycle?

Started this shit back in 92
With a skin so thin you could see right through me
Keeping secrets from my family
It makes me wonder if they ever knew me
So, hey Tim why don't you boss on through?
Byron's coming over and Georgia too
Yeah, we all get hurt but it doesn't matter
We can dream of, dream of something better

Wish you would not wish you would not wake up
Wish you wouldn't wish you wouldn't wake up

Pile on the friendly fire
How we gonna break the cycle?
Sleeping with a 45
When we gonna break the cycle?
You blame them for the bleeding
As you dance barefoot on broken glass
Find the happiness in healing
If we ever gonna break the cycle

He hates your friends, your sister too
But you're working it all out
You say you're scared to tell the truth
Now you're robbing your own house

Pile on the friendly fire
How we gonna break the cycle?
Sleeping with a 45
When we gonna break the cycle?
You blame them for the bleeding
As you dance barefoot on broken glass
Find the happiness in healing
If we ever gonna break the cycle