Saturday, August 20, 2011

Prayer

Tangled in this hammock with a hand gun and a hard on and I'm
counting silver dollars in my daydreams in the sun and when I
take a little breath and when I breathe a little deeper I'll be
ready for my death yeah I'll be ready for the reaper but I
do not know my father and I can't remember mother I was
raised on television and I never took a lover who could
sell my heart for fashion who could stab me in the back and
who could tell me I was Jesus and then hang me from the rack

and then

oh

and then

oh

smile so politely girl and kiss me on the lips and
let me chew to bone your pretty little liar finger tips who
told me love is this and love is that I'll never let you go who
told me lie lie lie above all else truth isn't yours to know and when
I close my eyes and kiss the gun and say my last goodbye it's your
disgusting name your filthy prayer that I will surely cry

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