[Verse 1] Like a red states Baptist fervor Like a small towns unsolved murder Some secrets are just best resting In the tombs of buried thought slums As for Texas, donuts only You cannot find bagels here And Ill reserve my highest hosannahs For the communion song thats served with light beer [Chorus] And a chorus That inspires the score played in my mythsteeped years [Verse 2] Theres a hole you shant fall into Sang the church choirs young male leads In the home team jersey robes Sewn by our sisters, moms and nieces This you gave us, although worthless Fed five decades dormant hustle In result, his life was rubbish Celebrated? Yes, but rubbish
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