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Born Sandy Devotional, such a sweet girl to me
I do what I can now to love her to dust
For dust is what we all shall be
Born Sandy Devotional, all that I ever knew
I don't know the wrong of that, I don't know the good
Sticks like hot tar to the sole of my shoe
To the sole of my shoe...
On yellow hood of her car with salt knots in her hair
Got some cards and some chicken, and beer
We can't mess about
We kiss until, kiss until she has to leave
We're Born Sandy Devotional, all that I ever knew
I don't know the wrong of that, I don't know the good
Both of them ugly, both of them true
Yeah, both of them true
Now I don't want to hear no gossip or chat,
No Bill or Pete, Kevin or Sam
'Cause they were just boys and they don't mean a thing
Burn up in my spit like the fat in the pan
Born Sandy Devotional, born under all-sunless sky.
Yes, born to be Sandy's confessional
Burnin' like fat to be trapped in her eyes
Now we go for a swim and we wash it all off
And hope that it leaves us alone
But with each fresh kiss, blood wells up again
Dries on top of skin and eats into the bone
Oh, Born Sandy Devotional, bound for an all-godless star.
Headed for trouble, and looking for grief
Found Sandy Devotional, feather-and-tarred
Born Sandy Devotional, bound for an all-godless star.
Heading for trouble, and looking for grief
Found Sandy Devotional, feather-and-tarred
Yeah, feather-and-tarred.
Feather-and-tarred... feather-and-tarred...
Feather-and-tarred... feather-and-tarred...