Purification
Yes, it’s you God's favorite daughter
Just my luck, you're out of luck, I see
Prowling the human backwater
You sure don’t need no luck with me
Luck with me
Luck with me
Love’s fertile water purifies
Your paper thin charade, a sin
You know that God hates pretty lies
God wants you to let the divine in
Divine in
Divine in
Just let go of the living hell
Sniff the scent of spirit freedom
Inhale deep and ring my bell
Take a deep breath of what you needin'
What you need
What you need
No Angels, no Devil nonsense
Look deep, you know it’s what you see
Dropping the demonic pretense
Wallow in God’s muck with me
Muck with me
Muck with me
My backwater soul rundown shack
Dear Lord, don't you misconceive me
Your gray mind starts to fade to black
Naked truth, you must believe me
Believe me
Believe me
My patience it wears so thin
No more games, it’s love’s time to be
See the white skull beneath the skin
Take me as I am or leave me
Or leave me
Or leave me
4/19/16
For Contest: Lyrics
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Lyrical response to:
Partial lyrics from the song ‘God Hates a Coward’ by Tomahawk
(Lyrics vary with this song among the sources)
I sow my seed where the mandrake grows
No footsteps go beyond it
I eat the dirt
Where the rooster crows
Fresh rodeos, behold it
Check your pulse in your teardrops
Make you a cyclops
Breakin' the branches off your family tree
Keep you up like a fluffer girl
Ain't that enough, sir
Look in the sewer for my pedigree
Your truly cause repeats its pulse
And makes your tears, if you need it to
Make me blow my brains out or I'll point it at you
Is all I'm thinking to do
But I'm hangin' tough
Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by
Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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