Puritan Dirt Song

Give me Mother Mary's baby
 And cocaine white...
 A re-arranged kiss, with a virgin bride.
 Oil from the Earth
 And Dollars from the sky
 I married a song who won't come home, and now I know why.
 I use you like a tourniquet, well just remember you asked for this.
 Well just remember you asked for this...
 A President's mouth
 And maybe his wife
 A key to a city
 And I'll show her a good time, here
 I use you like a tourniquet, just remember you asked for this
 True, (True!)
 Look what I did to you.
 It's too good to be True, (True!)
 Still not as bad as what you've done to you...
 Give me your deaf and your blind
 For the ones that I made numb
 I'll dance around to the sound of your gun, starin' into the sun
 Look at what I did to me, and look at what you've done to you
 We'll get better as the days swallow themselves
 Cause this is all we know how to do...
 How I'd kill to be clean.
 And christened in the Holy Mud.
 I'm a sinner in the hands... I'm a sinner in the hands
 Of a God that could use a good laugh, ha, ha, hah...