GotItBad

Southern pack at the southern green Everybody selling that southern thing But we can't go, no Peddles in the pine with the hollow teeth Screaming hallelujah from the factories But we can't know Caught four devils in the maker phones Telling all the saints that they were wrong But they can't know Choking on the smoke inside their lungs Screaming for the mercy of the burning ones But I know it's too late Preacher of the elastic How we can let it go and go and go Love is full of mercury And now we can lose control, control, control What do we ever do? I know that you got it bad What do we ever say? I know that you got it bad Gun shaped bottle in a loaded tongue Jesus ain't the problem but he started one He don't understand Black veil preacher at the city mall's Hiding in the bushes 'cause he likes the muse I don't understand it Death on the breath of a wounded dove Shipped two-ninety, took all my blood And suck on my blood Southern pack at the southern green Everybody selling that southern thing But I can't go again, oh no Preacher of the elastic How we can let it go and go and go Love is full of mercury And now we can lose control, control, control What do we ever do? I know that you got it bad What do we ever say? I know that you got it bad What do we ever do? I know that you got it bad What do we ever say? I know that you got it bad There's a little light There's a little hope It seems to fade away There's a little light There's a little hope It seems to get away We are just bruised fruit falling from the tree God is a gambler who can't set us free Where are we going? We're lost I can't tell you the cost For the continental fruit toast