Wish You Dead

I ran up to the preacher's house

When the voice in my head had got too loud

He reached on out and pat my head

Said, "Honey that's a place that we've all been..."

Then he said "Bow your head now,

And say your prayers loud..."

So I took my troubles through my next days

While they stood by the front of my mind's gate

Waiting on when they'd be let out

They kept yelling, "A woman scorned shouldn't be held down!"

So I'll bow my head again now

Try to say my prayers loud

But I won't find the peace in my head

With memories and sins I can't forgive

So I don't care what the preacher says

Yeah I still wish you dead

So I'll bow my head again now

Pray one day these thoughts will be cast out...

But I won't find the peace in my head

With memories and sins I can't forgive

So I don't care what the preacher says

Yeah I still wish you dead

I'll never act on these things..

But if thoughts could kill this would be your last day