Chant

well I found my low

and I can’t go there

I could drown you in velvet

and let you wear and tear

like an import from England

or a California queen

with eyes that fight

at everything you see

juan slings his line in rhyme

a penny for the preacher

is he trying to change the world

with the tongue of a teacher

I must confess I think you’re insane

but I understand

I can’t make your words

but I know where you stand

there’s a bomb in the bible

where mothers curse their child

this book will make you crosseyed

while your insides grow wild

making something of nothing

as the preacher sings

have you lost your ears

waiting for your wings

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Lyrics submitted by stampead.