Your Mouth

Your mouth is your religion

You put your faith in a hole like that?

You put your trust and your belief above your jaw

And no relief have I found

I heard your story when you come home

You said you went to see your sister last night

Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth

And find a funeral wreath

While you'll be laying in the ground all alone

So tell me where are you coming from with all them lines

As you stumble in at the breaking of the day?

Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say?

Because he just might want to blow you away

'Cause he just might want to blow you away

An evil woman can make you cry

If you believe her every time she lies

Well, you can be a big fool

If she makes you loose your cool, and so

I got me some advice you should try

Just let her talk a little

Just let her talk a little more

Just let her talk a little more

And when she runs out of words

Just say the same thing that I told you before

Tell me where are you coming from with all them lines

As you stumble in at the breaking of the day?

Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say?

'Cause he just might want to blow you away

'Cause he just might want to blow you away

'Cause he just might want to blow you away

'Cause he just might want to blow you away

'Cause he just might want to blow you away