Lyrics:
idle
Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible
Feeling super, super, super suicidal
together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the Bible she had
and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
Now I believe what the Bible told
There's just one last favor I'll ask
And the bible in your right hand
You said turn the other cheek
A better world is a waiting for the meek
In my head those words remain from Ruben James
Ruben
long
The Bible thumpers on each corner turn to drink
They only do it to avoid the freezing cold
Their mother chase them out of bars and down
on my soul
And the bible in your right hand
You said turn the other cheek
A better world is a waiting for the meek
In my head those words remain
Whoa, there was a woman in the Bible days
She had been sick,
Sick so very long
But she heard 'bout Jesus was passin' by
So she joined
dont make it right
But if you want me to Ill say a prayer for your soul tonight
And grandmas on the front porch swing with a
Bible in her hand
Then Mya went to the
Funeral, played her part
Soon as she got back
It's Money Mya (Mya) she's so fire (Fire)
She make a killer read the Bible (Bible
Whoa, there was a woman in the Bible days
She had been sick,
Sick so very long
But she heard 'bout Jesus was passin' by
So she joined
said from the bible he'd quote
There was dust on the man in the long black coat
Preacher was talking there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's
one another
You turned your back and played on with your games
If you had listened, you would have discovered
The Bible would have told a different
mother dear love
(Precious mem'ries how they linger) all through the valley that she loved so well
Her flowers her Bible and a church in the dell
the word, but, baby, hand on the Bible I do
Feel like it's you, the one who's bringing me down
Thought that we were cool and we were kickin' it like Tribe
Jesus' bible,
Bible's Jesus.
Lot of carrots,
Carrot recess.
It reminds me
Of the way that you pushed.
I'd hate
To be like you!.
Jesus'
the mornin'
Better get ready 'cause I'm givin' you the warnin'
Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there
Now ya get your Holy Bible in the back
Write Your Own Bible
(Idia Gamble, Philip Coward, Ben Ford)
INTRO
Send your text to the angels
Send your text to the angels
Send your text
three counties wide
The Devil had me dead in his site
It was the hand of God that kept me out of the hands of the law
Mama brought the Bible, daddy
the mornin'
Better get ready 'cause I'm givin' you the warnin'
Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there
Now ya get your Holy Bible in the back
Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
All of us to Him belong
We are so weak but our God, He is strong
As I sit and ponder I begin
bitch in the backseat (seat)
Trynna sink my damn thoughts with these trees
Like a Bible open when I spread the legs like the sea
Just you and me, you
When you're born with your back against the wall
Won't somebody hand me a bible
Won't you give me that number to call
When that rough god goes
untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating
nothing that remains
But the ashes of a Bible
And a can of kerosene
And a church is burning
The flames rise higher
Like hands that are praying, aglow in
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