You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt Yeah, come comanche, comanche, comanche
It's three o'clock in the morning Or maybe it's four I am thinking of you Wondering what I should do But I'm finally cutting through this haze It's four
She's gonna hand you a red headed Gabriel Coming from the bar in a plastic tie He's gonna swing from the tree of life He's gonna try to sell you on a
Jesus wrote a blank check One I haven't cashed quite yet I hope I got a little more time I hope it's not the end of the line Yeah, Jesus wrote a blank
Well, Jolene unlocked the thick breezeway door Like she'd done one hundred times before Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror She folded the towel
Your pentagram is down below our floor Your naked body shimmers in the night Dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite Your feet are dry with the ashes
Do you think she's swimming in your lies? Do you think it's all just murky green? Don't you think that she would realize? Yeah, do you think that she
think of you Up so close I never see the sky so blue I only wanted to be sure That what it was, was really pure I put my face down in the cake My feet
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine Then they flap their wings at the last second You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine Then they
You part the waters The same ones that I'm drowning in You lead your casual slaughters And I'm the one who helps you win You've got your grand piano
I bombed Korea every night My engine sang into the salty sky I didn't know if I would live or die I bombed Korea every night I bombed Korea every night
I can't believe it's true, I can't believe that you Don't want me anymore You're with him and you don't even know That I've been dying all day long And
