My father's father was the wisest man I ever knew Sixty years of education, seven years of school Farming kept his body strong, at night the only books
I went into a home one day just to see some friends of mine Of all their books and magazines, not a Bible could I find I asked them for the Bible when
Take a Bible page The basic instructions before leaving earth The basic instructions before leaving earth The basic instructions before leaving earth
Dust on the Bible, dust on the holy word The words of all the prophets and the sayings of our Lord Of all the other books, you'll find, there's none salvation
[ Kitty ] There's a book a whole more precious than anything on earth No wealth of gold or jewels are equal to its worth I go to it in trouble when my
She's my baby, she's my love Pixie queen of Bible Club Seen her round the fountain, sipping cokes Crafting brand new Polish jokes And I can't explain
I sold my last hard Bible Just to pay my bills I called my mother To reserve me in her will And the pay I'm getting every Thursday night Well, it just
No strangers in this town No one moves without making a sound You live and die within the borders and lines No one dies without paying their fines No
Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it
No stranger in this town Nobody moves without making a sound You live and die within the borders and lines No one dies without paying their fines No
Don't wanna be into this war Like when your sister fucked your best friend No one sits you here no more Even the table has holes now Buy or rent, rent
well, where i grew up in talapusa when summertime came we all use'ta go to a place called vacation bible school we'd look up verses in the bible make
Mama's tears fell so easy, daddy's handshake was strong And I climed aboard that Greyhound 18, glad to be gone Took a rented room on Broadway and as I
Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Floating down from
There's no sound, no one around Half the sun's gone underground All the dead still hold their heads But their old weeping won't resound As we drag our
On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots Those sad feathery talks that float on all that Tattered teenage applause clapped out
Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn Weeping about