We're going down. Into churning waters and we will plunge. Through the great divide and we will be buried in the water. We will be buried in the water
girls and fat ladies Too much make up in young faces Which are already old Cheap lipstick on the cigarette-tips (Don't) mess around with the bitch (Don't) mess
I could've been the king of other flowers. Your rattlesnakes would be charmed and smiling hard, but we waited for too long. I could've been your golden
So now I find myself again, I'm crawling back into a bottle. You just blame it on yourself, despite what everybody told you. They just don't have a
heart hardened Who is among us To step off so step off To the tall shepherd He is given name Oh beat the drum for him A holy measure Strum and buzz for
heights Gee wilikers Batman, holy satellites Who the hell are you to tell me ease up on this mic? You, sadly have mistaken me for someone that I'm nite I mean not I messed
that could cure you like she does (she does) no one could leave you so alone (Cuh, cuh, come on) Here I goes, my vibe is holy, my eyes close either
Come on, come on Be good to me Here it comes Here it comes Holy Joe Here it comes Here it comes Holy Joe Here it comes Here it comes Holy Joe
he hears the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy
Do you mean this horny creep Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesn't come This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who'
Do you mean this horny creep Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesn't come This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who's
's, that love songs, harder than y'all I don't fear nothin' at all, frontin' at all I even got female cops, bustin' my balls Don't mess with my mess,
a mouth full of pig's feet Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you're blessed with the father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
let that get you spooked Just overlook that I'm a mess While I run my hands up your dress I'm uncouth I'm uncouth I'm uncouth I'm uncouth Holy cow
