| Song | Everything Rests on Your Small Shoulders |
| Artist | Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate) |
| Album | Home After Three Months Away |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| i remember when you thought you found god | |
| painted a cross on your forehead | |
| and wandered around my backyard like a saint | |
| or a shepherd tending to his flock | |
| the irony was not lost on me | |
| and for all your newfound love | |
| you still seemed like a bastard | |
| then, you carried on like all the world was yours | |
| to pity and to teach and comfort | |
| (as if because, somehow, you forgave yourself, | |
| that all your terrible deeds have been undone) |