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Heath McNease

"Natural Disaster Baptism"

[Verse 1]
I'm at your wishing well
Just had to wish you well
Baptist born and raised
Backwater sick as hell
And what my lips could tell
[and then commence to sell?]
Will force the question
How y'all ever loved this crippled male
[?]
No typical day
Phase one of a biblical plague
Karma gonna come around
[?]
Walk upright with his vagrant hands
[?]
Foundations are cavin' in
Chair won't stay where the table is
[?]
More or less fell where the neighbors live

[Pre Chorus]
If I'm about to die
Then I'mma step outside
Let the nothing sweep me up into this hellish sky
We knew we had this coming
No use in panicked running
Natural disaster baptism
Just hold my hand or something

[Chorus]
Let it rain till the levee breaks
Baptize the streets
Oh, so much blood on my hands
Ain't no way we'll ever be clean
I said who's that peekin' in my window?
Who's that knockin' at my door?
Oh, he just followed me home
Swear I've never seen him before

[Verse 2]
I'm at your wishing well
Just had to wish you well
If people perish, it's probably 'cause the vision fail
I never kiss and tell
But we were sipping ale
I swear that Marvin Gaye never worked so friggin' well
So dark on the edge of your town
Like I'm walking the burial ground
Like I'm [?] burial shroud
[?]
Sick as sh*t with the loose [?]
[?] and the noose fit me
[?]
[?] tomb's empty
I'm elevated by the Golden Rule simply
And delegated by the [?]
[?]

[Pre Chorus]
If it's about to end
Bring the waterworks
My final prayer [?]
For what it's worth
In the name of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
The minute you get in it, you don't hear it
So don't fear it

[Chorus]
Let it rain till the levee breaks
Baptize the streets
Oh, so much blood on my hands
Ain't no way we'll ever be clean
I said who's that peekin' in my window?
Who's that knockin' at my door?
Oh, he just followed me home
Swear I've never seen him before

[Verse 3]
Father, I ain't seen you
Father, father I been lookin' hard
Ain't seen you since you caught my hand inside the cookie jar
From the tree of knowledge
Snake he seemed so polished
But since the quince was swallowed
Ain't no peace has seen us solace
No Gilead balms
No love, no sun, no Iliad psalms
Just simian songs we sing while dropping a million bombs
It's hands up for the fall
Get used to the look of the primitive fog
[?]
[?] look like a Libyan throng

[Chorus]
Let it rain till the levee breaks
Baptize the streets
Oh, so much blood on my hands
Ain't no way we'll ever be clean
I said who's that peekin' in my window?
Who's that knockin' at my door?
Oh, he just followed me home
Swear I've never seen him before

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