I burned a list of books to be banned
Fever came sweat, then on turn the fan
Health in my work with each dirty word
I sold my soul to your prayers
A short courtship makes a long term marriage
Passive pets and then a baby carriage
It′s not the dollar it's the principle of working
There′s no market I can find deserving
From now on I write only when I want to
I speak to God in the language I choose to
I understand all of the repercussions
But nobody gonna touch my work again Oh I've got it
Why's there red, what spilled?
Now all my friends are dead
Come name the family tree with me Birth the kingdom full
Turn our lust to love to gold
Settle down to Folly Beach
Just thinking about the way we sleep