GotItBad

Southern pride, got my Southern green

Everybody selling that Southern thing

But we cant go, no

Petals in their prime with the hollow teeth

Screamin', "Hallelujah" from the factories

But we can't know

Cardboard, bills, and the megaphone

Tellin' all those saints that they were wrong

But they can't know

Chokin' on the smoke inside the lungs

Screaming for the mercy of the burning ones

But I know it's too late

Preacher of elastic

How we came to let it go, and go, and go?

Love is full of mercury

And now we cannot lose control, control, control

What do we ever do? I know that you got it bad

What do we ever say? I know that you got it bad

Gun shaped bible in a loaded tone

Jesus ain't the problem, but he started one

He don't understand

Black belt preacher at the city mall

Hiding in the bushes cause he likes 'em young

I don't understand it

Danced on the breadth of a wounded dove

Ship till night and took all my blood

Suck all my blood come from?

Sold 'em back the Southern greens?

Everybody sellin' that Southern things

But I cant look at all them

Preacher of elastic

How we came to let it go, and go, and go?

Love is full of mercury

And now we cannot lose control, control, control

What do we ever do?

I know that you got it bad

What do we ever say?

I know that you got it bad

What do we ever do?

I know that you got it bad

What do we ever say?

I know that you got it bad

Visible love, visible hope

It seems to fade away

Visible love, visible hope

It seems to get away

We are just bruised fruit falling from the tree

God is a gambler who can't set us free

Where are we going? We're lost

I cannot figure the cost

For the cotton in a photo