GotItBad

Southern crack at the southern green
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 Everybody selling that southern thing
 But we can't go, no
 Peddles in the pine with the hollow teeth
 Screaming hallelujah from the factories
 But we can't know
 Called for devils in the mega phones
 Telling all the saints that they were wrong
 But they can't know
 Choking on the smoke inside their lungs
 Screaming for the mercy of the burning ones
 But I know it's too late
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 Preacher of elastic
 How we can let it go and go and go?
 Love is full of mercury
 And now we can lose control, control, control
 What do we ever do?
 I know that you got it bad
 What do we ever say?
 I know that you got it bad
 Gun-shaped bible and a loaded tongue
 Jesus ain't the problem but he started one
 He don't understand
 Black veil preacher at the city mall
 Hiding in the bushes 'cause he likes 'em young
 I don't understand it
 Death on the breath of a wounded dove
 Shipped two-ninety, took all my blood
 And suck on my blood
 Southern crack at the southern green
 Everybody selling that southern thing
 But I can't go again, oh no
 Preacher of elastic
 How we can let it go and go and go?
 Love is full of mercury
 And now we can lose control, control, control
 What do we ever do?
 I know that you got it bad
 What do we ever say?
 I know that you got it bad
 What do we ever do?
 I know that you got it bad
 What do we ever say?
 I know that you got it bad
 There's a little light
 There's a little hope
 It seems to fade away
 There's a little light
 There's a little hope
 It seems to get away
 We are just bruised fruit falling from the tree
 God is a gambler who can't set us free
 Where are we going? We're lost
 I can't tell you the cost
 For the continental fruit toast