The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of typewriters The band sounds like typewriters The big man he's not listening His eyes hold Edith

Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in

Evil people with evil minds Slaughter their victims with ripping knives They should be caught and put to death Strapped to the chair, they should die there Blood spewing from their eyes As you hear their sinful cries Destroy their evil minds We should

Why doesn't she need him for a father? Not only maidens can occupy my shack Goring my manhood turns a man off. Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash! I got my diddly spayed She laughs about it. Shrinking inflections if the wind blows

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

Thank God for hometowns Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in When you were dying to get out Thank God for church pews And all the faces that won’t forget you You got somewhere to go and get found And when you’re lost out in this crazy

Sayin' heaven had it out to make you wings And all those things that you were gonna do Are just tear drops rainin' on a church pew pew So I'm gonna try to say before I gotta pray it Hopin' that he's lookin' down And tell him that I love him while he's still

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey My tapeworm tells me what to do My tapeworm tells me where to go When you, do come out But I cannot grow Till you eat the last of me Oh when will I be free

Pull up and wet the block (Pew) Sippin' on lean, that's Wock' (Lean) All on my dick, she won't stop, yah (Bitch) I told her to give me some slop (Neck) Pull up, we drop the top (Top) My niggas, they pop a lot (Pop) Cannot fuck with ops (Never) Walk