Show Lyrics - Terry Allen

Standing in the spotlight 

Listening to the crowd 

Screaming for his insides 

Wantin him to let it out 

But can they handle what they want? 

Can they handle what they get? 

There's a creature coiled inside 

Been wantin out 3 hundred thousand years 

Hits one lick on his guitar 

Holds it to the ground 

Tryin to kill every livin thing 

A hundred miles around 

Your Momma warned you about this 

Your Daddy bought a gun 

But there is no turning back 

Once the show has begun 

And there's Jesus the promoter 

Standing in the wings 

Waiting on some cocaine 

An twidlin with his rings 

He's got a black gospel hairdo 

Haloed in the light 

Like he could walk on water 

If his shoes just weren't so tight 

And Magdalina the groupie 

Just OD'd on the bus 

But she seems kind of stupid 

So Hey what's all the fuss? 

But someone called the police 

Now they're out drivin her around 

Trying to cop up some feels 

Before they take her downtown 

And soundman Izzy Judas 

Squats way up in the booth 

Smokin ganja like some Buddha 

In his quest for the truth 

And all their is is highs 

Izzy's fingers on the board 

Got his 30 piece of silver 

Throws a kiss out to the Lord