Cattle And The Creeping Things

They got to the part with the cattle and the creeping things

Said, "I'm pretty sure we've heard this one before"

"And don't it all end up in some revelation

With four guys on horses and violent red visions

Famine and death and pestilence and war?"

"Pretty sure I heard this one before"

Well, you in the corner with a good-looking drifter

Two cups of coffee and ten packs of sugar

I heard Gideon saw you in Denver, he said you're contagious

Silly rabbit, tripping is for teenagers

Murder is for murderers and hard drugs are for bartenders

I think I might have mentioned that before

He's got the pages in his pockets

That he ripped out of the Bible from his bed stand in the motel

He likes the part where the traders get chased out from the temple

I guess I heard about original sin

I heard the dude blamed the chick

I heard the chick blamed the snake

And I heard they were naked when they got busted

And I heard things ain't been the same since

You on the streets with a tendency to preach to the choir

Wired for sound and down with whatever

I heard Gideon did you in Denver

She's got a cross around her neck that she ripped off

From a schoolgirl in the subway on a visit to the city

She likes how it looks on her chest with three open buttons

She likes the part where one brother kills the other

She has to wonder if the world ever will recover

'Cause Cain and Abel seem to still be causing trouble

She said I was seeing double for three straight days

After I got born again

It felt strange, but it was nice and peaceful

And it really pleased me to be around so many people

Of course, half of them were visions

Half of them were friends from going through the program with me

Later on, we did some sexy things

Took a couple photographs and carved them into wood reliefs

But that's enough about me

Come on, tell me how you got down here into Ybor City

He said I got to the part about the exodus

And up to then, I only knew it was a movement of the people

But if small-town cops are like swarms of flies

And blackened foil is like boils and hail

I'm pretty sure I've been through this before

It seemed like a simple place to score

And it seemed like a simple place to score

It seemed like a simple place to score

And then some old lady came to the door

And said "McKenzie Phillips doesn't live here anymore"