co-written by a bunch of genius skids in a van in June 2014
lyrics
you can burn me alive in the hot hot oil
i'm not a seed for Lucifer's soil
you can build up a wall to narrow my path
i'm not afraid of your saviours wrath (i'm not afraid of your saviours wrath)
i knew you was an angel when you came near
two gold halos danglin from your ears
come on pretty mama i will make it alright
come give this pretty mama a kiss goodnight
you can call me a baby but i'm an adult
live my whole life on sugar and salt
your preacher better watch the way he look at me
cos i can see his body buried 'neath the hawthorn tree (see his body buried 'neath the hawthorn tree)
won't sing eachother the sweet lord's hymns
holier's the gospel of our tangled limbs
and i know that people talkin 'bout our fate in fire
i been meetin fallen angels come to join our choir (meetin fallen agels come to join our choir)
you can burn me alive in the hot hot oil
i'm not a seed for Lucifer's soil
you can build up a wall to narrow my path
i'm not afraid of your saviours wrath
xxx
What you say and play resonates so heavy we can feel it in our bones. We relate and understand and appreciate what you have to say and the musical way you present what you have to say. Thank you for everything you have exposed the world to. Thank you for exposing the world to what you have lived through. We all need more than what you have given us. So many have lived real loss (including my wife and I) and you present and express it more than most. A big favorite for the wife and I for sure. Michael Benoit