Church of Better Daze Songtext
von Boy Golden

A-one, two

Yeah, let′s go

I was talking to a street corner preacher
He said, "Man, I've got a few things I can teach ya
Teach ya how to live in a righteous way
Send you off to heaven this very day"
He said, "Gimme that bag, son
And make a small donation to the Church of Better Daze"

He said, "First off, you gotta bust up just enough green
Get it feeling good and fat, we′re gonna roll ourselves a bat
Yeah, that's right kid, we're gonna smoke a grenade
Three and a half grams of triple A to the brain"
He said, "This ain′t no pipe rip, are you feeling alright, kid?
It′s the Church of Better Daze"
C'mon


Gotta roll it round ′tween your fingertips
Shit this fresh, you're gonna feel it stick
Tight along the sides and loose up on the end
And if you screw that up just try, try again
′Cause nobody complains we are all the same
At the Church of Better Daze

He said, "Secondly, you're gonna light it up, flick, sip, puff
Pass it along when you′ve had enough
Share it with the crowd, don't let it hit the ground
And when it comes back, just start another round
It's a righteous campaign, we are all saved
At the Church of Better Daze"

Alright, alright settle down

′Cause on the seventh day, the Lord took rest
Even the almighty need time to digest
Everything that′s going on all of the time
Somewhere in the world, the sun is 'bout to rise
But before I start my day, I always go and pray
At the Church of Better Daze


He said, "One last thing, before we part ways, huh
You gotta follow your heart, make good art
Call your momma, and work real hard
If you never ever cheat then you never have to lie
If you′re in the right place, never ask for the time
Son, you can blaze, and you can still get paid
At the Church of Better Daze"

He said, "We're singing the praises of the rock of ages
At the Church of Better Daze"
Oh yeah, it′s bit of a haze
But I'm feeling amazing at the Church of Better Daze

Aw, man
Time for y′all to play here
Yeah, that's a good service