Shotgun Pageant
Love can be your gravest mistake
When you feel close to the earth
And so it happened in the form of a snake
Temptation to slither in dirt
And a pure skin on skin can result in kin
And be recepted with petroleum smiles
'Cause the shotgun pageant packed with tooth-filled grins
Nine more months for a child
Cut back me overgrown weed
Spin this forty-five at half speed
Please Jesus listen to me
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
To be anything
From a foreground guarantee ring
A finger sweats beneath
Co-owned assembly factory
Another man-made being
Cut back me overgrown weed
Spin this forty-five at half speed
Please Jesus listen to me
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
To be anything
