I know a girl, got a long snake moan. A fever in her head and a restless soul. I got a feeling that the church don't know. What the church don't know, the church don't mind.
Skies like angels turn to rust. We hide inside our pickup trucks. Thoughts heavy like aeroplanes. Come crashing down and burst in flames. Memories, I'd cash them in for peace of mind and some discipline.
A suburban man. At my door. But I don't think I'll let him in. He wants discipline. Discipline. Control over the way I live. . He wants the best for me.
(Story about a girl). (Story about the world). . Suddenly I'm something I'm not. I'm something that you bought. Was it something I said. My friend. Little girl are you tripping on this.