All my sisters
Come crashin' down
Go back to Texas
Go back to Mansfield
Stuck in the mountains
Still goin' to church
Your daily coffee
Will burn your throat
Burn your throat

Move in with me
Sleep on a futon
In the living room
As you try to move on
The past eighteen years
I know they suck
But you're not them
And they are fucked up
They are fucked up

Still on your knees
Beggin' for mercy
From a God who couldn't care less
Maybe if I pray harder
I won't pray at all
And then I'll finally feel peaceful
And loved
I'll feel loved
And I know these ashes
They fly in your skin
Temporarily blinding you
But if you start to boil
As I simmer down
I am paving this road for you
Paving this road for you

But the anger is sharp and fierce
'Cause there's nowhere else to go
God is a lie
Trust me I know

All my sisters
Come crashin' down
Go back to Texas
Go back to Mansfield
Stuck in the mountains
Still goin' to church
Your daily coffee
Will burn your throat
Burn your throat
Burn your throat
Burn your throat

Burn your throat