Where I come from
You've gotta buy
This Sunday liquor
On Saturday night

Where I come from
You've gotta buy
This Sunday liquor
On Saturday night

The curtains are drawing in
The smoke still hangs around my head
Red roses reach up and bloom
While you sleep sound in your grave

The way you talk about Jesus
Makes it seem you're burying a cat in the backyard
I can read just fine

I can read just fine, I can read just fine
I can read these passages
I can read just fine, I can read just fine

The way you talk about Jesus
Makes it seem you're burying a cat in the backyard
Like the temples in this dirtbag
I can read just fine, I can read just fine
I said I can read just fine
I can read just fine, I can read just fine