Wear While To My Funeral

Slow to Listen, Quick to Speak
Rarely do we turn our cheek
Franny says he got way off
Retreats to his own hayloft
He’s gonna strip down to his naked soul
He’s gonna drip down the toilet bowl
He’s gonna drop out and recommit
Save souls in the sewage pit

He’s gonna “Hee Haw” til his dying day
He’s gonna “Hee Haw” til his dying day
You better jump down turn around
Pick a bale of cotton
Mediocre moments like this are not
too easily forgotten

Born to die, die to live
the more you steal, the more you give
Xanax kill my thoughts tonight
Prozac make me feel all right
She said “Decide” you sorry mess
“Be Strong” in my distress
She’s gonna step way back and jump right in
She’s gonna play in the womb of Adam’s sin
Dance in the light clean and pure
Because everybody’s insecure

She’s gonna “Hee Haw” til her dying day
She’s gonna “Hee Haw” til her dying day
You better jump down turn around
Pick a bale of cotton
Mediocre moments like this are not
too easily forgotten

Well it’s good luck you and bad luck me
Got more sin than you can see
Shut me down and throw me up
Spit me in your plastic cup
Because I’m awkward and I breathe too loud
Somewhat humble but much too proud
The one that you love to abuse
But I’m the one that God can still use

So Wear White to My Funeral
Dance around the disco ball
Do the jig with my uncle Paul
But Wear White to My Funeral

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