Paroles de 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