Get out of this town while you still can
The night birds sing like demons
And the snakes crawl up in your eyes

We used to hang by the movie theater
You and I, star-crossed lovers waiting
For the preacher’s son to sell us drugs

That was before you turned to Jesus
And all those false Satanic promises
How’s that working out for you?

I heard you found God in the parking lot
All withered up like roadkill and
Glowing so bright your eyes bled