Beaten Back To Pure

American Vermin

Beaten Back To Pure


Jesus touched my shoulder 
Stay away from me 
Grenade in my glovebox 
I'm gagging on your bullshit 

Hive of scum and villiany 
Touch of lice from touching kids 
Horsewhipped 

Brought up in West Carolina 
Next stop, Tennessee 
Harkened back to Hell, stigmata 
Only in America does Jesus Save.. 
Marlboro miles 

God loves a working man 
But he kills children too 

Dreaming in black and white 
You only get to die one time 
Revel in semen stained sheets 
Pelted by my memories 

Your winning wet t-shirt dripping rich read 
I thought I noticed some labored breathing 
Your youth died in the closet that day 
When you forgot to say your prayers 
Now you know that shame starts somewhere 
I think you're too dumb to be this proud