Reverend revivalists
pull them out of mishaps
as long as the (rider?) fits you're sure to hear the whip crack
thank the lepers with colonial feathers
tell the sharp knife jackson, the winter got weather
Never talk to the lost folks who talk to the air
with machines in their ear, but really nobody's there
keep your john hancock off faulty peace treaties
many colonel Chivingtons like (to?) Harry Houdini
Off the record your old man's running on static
Sometimes my flesh lets chemicals have at it
You wouldn't believe the waters people have walked
some sank, some drank dark oceans they crossed
It is not our nature to nurture the vapors
of the savior who promises land for our labors
put your best foot forward when you walk across the border
either came cuz voices told you to or cuz you flipped a quarter
landed heads up, hit the highway, the holy ribbon, only given is the dead trucks litted with lonely women,
smokey vision blurs, tears come,
(shakin' like?) somethin' fearsome
reminds me of another life when I was 20 years young
peering out Venition blinds,
don't let me be the crime, if I don't see it fine, I'll lean behind
a drugstore piece of mind
man they don't know y'all from a South Dakota landscape
Bullet-proof glass and intercoms separate that handshake
can't escape but drifter's dust is his to carry
'bituary collumn's nuthin but a rustic vision (?)
military tags and medicine bags hold the offering
the doctor brings amphetamine drags to slow you properly
I tell my children they can walk on water,
Our folks prefer walking on fire, for(fire-water?) now
I tell my children they can walk on water,
smooth talkers always tend to lead the lambs to the slaughter
I tell my children they can walk on water,
Our folks prefer walking on fire, for fire-water now
I tell my children they can walk on water,
watch the hand they keep hidden when they makin an offer
Now the trigger men-tally roman numerals mark
while the bagpipes blow, police funerals march
but it's just another story on the cold observatory
heard the prisoner bangin rocks produced a beautiful spark
I tell my children they can walk on water,
Our folk prefer walking on water, for fire-water now
I tell my children they can walk on water,
Watch the hand they keep hidden when they makin an offer
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