Shotgun Pageant
Love can be your gravest mistake
When you feel close to the earth
And so it happened in the form of a snake
Temptation to slither in dirt
And a pure skin on skin can result in kin
And be recepted with petroleum smiles
'Cause the shotgun pageant packed with tooth-filled grins
Nine more months for a child
Cut back me overgrown weed
Spin this forty five at half speed
Please, Jesus, listen to me, I'm not ready
I'm not ready to be anything
From a foreground guarantee ring
A finger sweats beneath
Co-owned assembly factory
Another man made being
Cut back me overgrown weed
Spin this forty five at half speed
Please, Jesus, listen to me, I'm not ready
I'm not ready to be anything