Oh
Death she must have been your well
Up all beneath the reapers bell
With your voice my belly sunk
And I began to feel so drunk
Candle, candle on my clock
Oh Lord I must have heard you knock me out a bit
As the flames licked my head
And my lungs filled up black
In their tiny little shack
It was real and I repent
All those messages you sent
Clear as day but in the night
Oh I couldn't get it right
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Here is a church and here is a steeple
Open the doors there are the people
In all their little hearts to eat
For another week to see
An eagle legal towel and screen
I never once left in between
I was on the fence
And I never wanted your two cents
Down my throat into the pit
With my head up on a spit
Oh Reverend please can I chew your ear
I've become what I most fear
And I know there's no such thing as ghost
But I have seen the demon hoes
Oh
Oh
