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LIMB FROM LIMB

the preacher at my church told me
you better not fuck crazy women
you're pissing away your passion
the garden you're born to work in
is strangled with weeds it's stinking
of selfishness and sickness
of a sad stripteaser's perfume and sweat
you'd better get to work before the sun sets
plant seeds that just might save you
because that false idol you been praying to

(chorus)
she gonna tear you limb from limb
rip and tear you
tear you limb from limb
rip and tear you


the preacher at my church told me
I know you know you're dying
so why do you keep on lying
about that vicious little bitch you're buying
you're in debt down to the bottom
of your very own private Sodom
you're burning so fast you're freezing
and that wild-eyed beast you're teasing

(chorus)


the preacher at my church told me
I've told you all I'm gonna tell you
you knew it all before you came here
you've just conveniently forgotten
you can only taste what's rotten
you can only sing when you're aching
onstage your true heart is breaking
your music is a mask that smothers
the symptoms you don't want to discover
but the music could be salvation
if you'd listen to your own song saying
that this vision you keep betraying

(chorus)


the preacher at my church told me
you better stand up to temptation
it's a stupid hallucination
your own shadow you're chasing
it's like the last minute of the longest night
it's like the last drink in the bottle
and suddenly your mind is a maze of mirrors
and the sun is coming up full throttle
and more just make you want more
but when you run out you know for sure

(chorus)


another beautiful face with a wicked little grin
and a knife stashed under her pillow
in her red velvet room where her voice "come on in"
sounds like a breeze through the weeping willow
it's a dream whorehouse and she kicks you out
in the morning so you crawl to another
and another and another and another and
when you forget what it means to fall in love

(chorus)


at the gospel tent in New Orleans
I finally learned to pray
learned I'd been doing it all along
I'd been doing it every day
but at the tent there I finally tuned it in
just like learning to sing again
and the preacher that day was Pop Staples
and I think about him when I'm able
the little hymns he sang so pure and tough
said, Only God can get you high enough
and now that sermon seems so far from here
but I'd better wake up and shake my head clear
'cause I can find a new preacher everyday
to tell me, Son if you don't change your ways

(chorus)

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from THE BLOODKIN COMMUNITY GOSPEL REHAB, released September 29, 2001

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