Texty:
Church Authority

you expect Echo in the hall The ghost of the picture still haunts the master Bedroom mirror wall I suppose you'd say she made a fool of me Oh, but she has authority

a true player has to be The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church Bracking the Max is

after death if we suffer and pray Even though they fuck us off in this life today And that white Jesus hangin on the wall in church ain't a part of a

evade the search (all right now) (come on son) This just mean yo grandmama musta really, really prayed in church (hmm) Maybe its

reach Something is dying Something is dying inside of me In spite of me Something is dying Something is dying inside of me In spite of me Author of

two family habitat for humanity with a view Of where the insanity live My vida loca was built like Bob Villa, villa gone He architected, I authored

I never could ever try wear the crown, They want to keep me down But you know the business, I keep pretending I respect authority And all the while

with a dime, they'll treat you like you're special Broad that is sleep and you're sick because your's left you Bring her to the church and the pastor

broken? I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend) I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend) I don't frequent church's