cori carter - dogma Lyrics

I was raised on dogma
Holy bread
And Jesus wine
Daddy's true religion
Always stood the test of time
He traded the bottle
For a taste of the sublime
Drank the holy water
Now he's fine, fine, fine, fine
Made of misgivings
Born for better days
Nobody's working harder than a man who prays
Look into the future like a mirror made of glass
In the future, meet your demons from the past
In the future, meet your demons from the past
I was raised in the summer
In a car with the windows down
While he sang troubled water
So familiar, like he could drown
And I sensed anticipation
From a man who had been burned
Spent my whole life praying
Praying I'd learn, learn, learn, learn
Praying I'd learn, learn, learn, learn
Made of misgivings
Born for better days
Nobody's working harder than a man who prays
Look into the future like a mirror made of glass
In the future, meet your demons from the past
In the future, meet your demons from the past
Made of misgivings
Born for better days
Nobody's working harder than a man who prays
Look into the future like a mirror made of glass
In the future, meet your demons from the past