Heath McNease

Natural Disaster Baptism
I'm at your wishing wellJust had to wish you wellBaptist- born and raisedBackwater sick as hellAnd what my lips could tellAnd they commit to sellWill force the questionHow you'll all love this crippled maleNo typical day;Phase one of the biblical plagueCome on in and get another…With his infinite waysRich grapes 'til the mix shakesCinnamon and a little mint never delayedPage a plan, hit demand…With his fragrant handsAid with the snakes' head'Said take now and make it a place…The foundations are caving inChair don't stay where the table isUnfortunate…Where the natives liveIf I'm about to die,SongtexteThen I'm gonna step outside,Let the nothing sweep me upInto this hellish skyWe knew we had this coming;No use in panic runningNatural disaster baptismJust sold my head or something[Chorus:]Let it rain 'til the levee breaksBaptize the streetsOh, too much blood on my handsAny way we'll ever be clean?I say, who's that peeking at my window?Who's that knocking at my door?Oh, angels follow me home'Swear I've never seen it beforeI'm at your wishing wellJust had to wish you wellIf people perish,It's probably 'cause their vision failedI never kiss and tell,But we sipping hellI swear Marvin Gaye never workedSo friggin' wellSo dark at the edge of your townLike I'm walking on burial groundLike I'm dark in burial shroud, here,Get me down from the merry-go-round…My little mulletIf this's about to end,Then bring the waterworksMy final prayer just went off AmsterdamFor what it's worthIn the name of father, son and holy spirit,The minute you get in it, you don't hear it,So don't fear it[Chorus]Father, I ain't seeing you, father,Father, I've been looking hardAin't seen you since you caught my handInside the cookie jarFrom the tree of knowledgeThe snake, it seemed to vanishBut sister ... swallowedAte a piece to see the solaceNo love, no sun, no Iliad songsJust… SongsWe sleep while dropping them… bombsAnd saying stuff on the phone…the look of the people…Just look like a Libyan Throng[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania