Lyrics:
Dan A Son Of God

hey, Mr. Hangman Go get your rope Your daughters weren't careful I fear that I am a slippery slope Now even if I lay my head down at night After a day

What a dream I had Pressed in organdy Clothed in crinoline Of smoky burgundy Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets down Past the shop displays

Taunting when all your appeals were declined I'd drive my car off of a bridge If I knew that you weren't inside With a pedal to the floor who could ask for more A

Where you've been Please draw me a line with a hook and some raw bleeding bait Well, I am uncaught and still swimming alone in the lake Shimmering under a

them up with worn out tools? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nothing gets so bad A whisper from your father couldn't fix it Your whispers like a bridge, he's a

be such a burning example I used to be so original I used to care I was being careful Made sure I showed it to those that I loved I used to sleep without a

in a time When a third-grade education Was all the school you needed To work the family farm He'd take time off on Sunday Him and all his family, warm a

a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes

back door Oh, yeah A closet queen, the bus stop's dream, she wants to shake my hand I don't want to be there, she decides she can It's Apple Dan, he