The Gospel Singer

Pig Mountain Valley in the middle of the South
Sweet white baby with insane mouth
Walking through the thicket in the dead of the night
Always pull away when I’m squeezed to tight
Waiting for the Word come out the Gospel’s Singer mouth
Pretty baby no need to be scared
Worrying about the things that aren’t even there
Deep in the thicket in the middle of the mountain
Sticky little sister gooey grushing like a fountain
Waiting for the Word come out the Gospel’s Singer mouth
Pretty butter baby with the horrible scars
Tried to kill her daddy by ripping out his heart
Had to teach his girl such a horrible lesson
Shot her little kitty with the Smith and Wesson
Waiting for the Word come out the Gospel’s Singer mouth
Down by the quarry near the railroad tracks
Something smelling fishy telling me to get back
Under a rock sticking out tiny shoes
Warning… calling out I got some terrible news
I’m still waiting for the Word come out the Gospel’s Singer mouth