How a Resurrection Really Feels

Her parents named her Hallelujah

The kids, they called her Holly

But if she scared you then she's sorry

She's been stranded at these parties

These parties, they start lovely

But they get druggy, and they get ugly, and they get bloody

The priest just kinda laughed

The deacon caught a draft

She crashed into the Easter Mass with her hair done up in broken glass

She was limping left on broken heels, and she said

"Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?"

Holly was a hoodrat

And now you finally know that

And she's been disappeared for years

Today she finally came back

St. Louis had enslaved me

I guess Santa Ana saved me

And St. Peter had me on the queue

The St. Paul Saints they waved me through

And I was all wrapped up in some video booth

When I heard her say "I love you too"

She said "I laid beneath my lovers

But I've never gotten laid"

Some nights she felt protected

Some nights she felt afraid

And she spent half last winter just to try to get paid

From some guy she'd originally thought to be her savior

They wrote her name in magic marks

On stop signs and subway cars

They got a mural up on East 13th that said

"Hallelujah, rest in peace"

Hallelujah was a hoodrat

And now you finally know that

She's been disappeared for years

Today she finally came back

Walk on back, and walk on back

(Walk on back) She said, "Don't turn me on again

(Walk on back) And I'll probably just go and get myself all gone again"

(Walk on back) Don't turn me on again

(Walk on back) And I'll probably just go and

(Walk on back) Go and get myself all gone again

So don't turn me on again

(Walk on back)

And I'll probably just go and get myself all gone again

(Walk on back)

Hallelujah was a sexy mess, and she looked strung out but experienced

(Walk on back)

Yeah, so we all got kind of curious (Walk on back)

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