Come on, Come on, Come on
Kill the rats in the gutter
Sings the voice in the choir
Bring your Father and your Mother

Sing it higher and higher
Shake the clammy hand
Repeat the 23rd psalm
Make you understand

Where it was you went wrong
Voices from tapes
Shouting with twisted tongues
Emotional rape

Hell fire scorched lungs
Come on, Come on, Come on
Pay close attention to this
Let me give you something good to eat

Bite down hard 'til it sticks between your teeth
Glory, glory we've killed the beast
Blinded by glittery diamonds
Resting on crooked fingers

Shaded eyes they are the ones
Who'll lead you to your deliverance
From the figure of doom
Force you to understand

Lock you in a room
With a holy roller and a one man band

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): LUCINDA WILLIAMS