Hey kids, let's go to church! (Yay!)
No more false idols
Revolt revolt revolt
No more false idols
For we are the ones, they are afraid
Remain in the earth, dirt
Filling' up my Hearse
When I die, bury me like ten more feet beneath
So if I come back from the dead I'll be trapped, and you'll get to keep the peace
Leave me be or just please leave me deceased
Screaming, "I want to be free and released!"
Screaming, "I want to be free of defeat!"
Lace up my cleats and I fucking retreat
I really could use some more of that sleep
But I'll sleep when I'm dead in a bed with the tags on my feet
At least let me wear my FTP's
The evidence right next to me
Chalk outline, the rest we'll see
He's dead so let's just let him be
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
Hover around us like the dying and buried
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
All of these crows and all of these vultures
Doves do cry when you die
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
Hover around us like the dying and buried
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
All of these crows and all of these vultures
Doves do cry when you die
Riding on the Northside, yeah, the far side
Hit the 7th Ward
Might get frostbite
On the day I die, leave me be in the sunlight
Let the vultures feast on what's left of mine
Almost lost my mind, but let me come back down to earth
This the year of my rebirth
Pop right back out of a Hearse
Right before I hit the dirt
Watch me burn
What is left of me then watch the crows burst
Ain't no church in the wild, but my church six feet in the dirt
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
Hover around us like the dying and buried
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
All of these crows and all of these vultures
Doves do cry when you die
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
Hover around us like the dying and buried
Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
All of these crows and all of these vultures
Doves do cry when you die
