A Place In The Dirt

[Verse 1]

We are damned, we are dead

All God's children to be sent

To our perfect place

In the sun, in the dirt

There's a windshield in my heart

We are bugs so smeared and scarred

Could you stop the meat from thinking 'fore I swallow all of it?

Could you, please?

[Chorus]

Put me in the motorcade

Put me in the death parade

Dress me up and take me

Dress me up and make me your dying God

[Verse 2]

Angels with needles poked through our eyes

Let the ugly light world in

We were no longer blind

We were no longer blind

[Chorus]

Put me in the motorcade

Put me in the death parade

Dress me up and take me

Dress me up and make me your dying God

[Outro]

Now we hold the "ugly head"

The Mary-whore is at the bed

They cast the shadow of our perfect death

In the sun, in the dirt