We go in empty
And come out full
There is plenty
When life seems cruel
We push our lives

From sale to sale
We´re housewives
Waiting for our mail
This is the church
With a priest in every lane
This is the church
Which heals the lame
I cry at commercials
I cry at commercials
Our soul so heavy
The pockets light
We praise this heaven
With all our might
We stay home sad
But just on Sundays
We´re happymad
Reborn on Mondays
This is the church

With a priest in every lane
This is the church
Which heals the lame
I cry at commercials
I cry at commercials