Album Cover My Sister in Jesus Christ

My Sister in Jesus Christ

Slaughter Beach, Dog

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Draw me a picture

Give me a real big head

I don′t say muchI think I might stay in bed

When everyone goes to church

I'll finally rest in peace

Lay real still under my covers

They′ll think I am deceased

You got a big grin

You say, what's not to like?

At the birthday party

Talking ears off left and right

Girlie got a buttercream film

Smeared over your overalls

Old folks eating out of your hand

Upstairs at fellowship hall

Mama don't raise no fools here

We got to rely on each other, my dear

When I′m short on sound advice

I′m counting on my sister in Jesus Christ

I got a girlfriend

She's got a snakeskin purse

And a walk in closet

Chock-full of my chemical romance shirts

Told me about BDSM

Now I think I might burn in hell

We′re staying up all night

Writing dirty emails on AOL

You like the meathead

He's on the baseball team

Beat up the new kid

Recharge on a cool blue Gatorade IV

Told him about ozone hole

He′s crying himself to sleep

Get him on the New York Times

That he may read and weep

Mama don't raise no fools here

We got to rely on each other, my dear

When I′m short on sound advice

I'm counting on my sister in Jesus Christ

We had good times

We got more to come

We'll get real old

Melt down in the Florida sun

Live on Caribbean cruise

Lined up at that omelet bar

I′ll get cheddar and spinach

You′ll get caviar

Mama don't raise no fools here

We got to rely on each other, my dear

When I′m short on sound advice

I'm counting on my sister in Jesus Christ