Oh desert speak to my heart. Oh woman of the earth. Maker of children who wheep for love. Maker of this birth. 'Til your deepest secrets are known to me.
And from a tiny river town you came. With mamma's rock-star dreams in tow, and daddy's brains. But the rats they fought you oh yeah tooth and nail. With the way they rigged this game, you had to fail.
Let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue. A smorgasbord. Let's go hang out in a church. We'll go find lurch. Then we'll haul ass down through the abbey.
You're my ride, I'm out my window. It's alright if you've got candy-o. You're so cool and not much older. But you know how to drive, baby you're my ride.
JESUS IS KNOCKIN' ON THE DOOR OF YOUR HEART TODAY. DROPPING RATTLESNAKES IN THE PLAYGROUND. ARE WE EVIL ARE WE GOOD (MATTHEW 18:6). DROPPING RATTLESNAKES IN THE PLAYGROUND.