gasoline baptism
Title: "Gasoline Baptism" (Verse 1) Born in a shack with a bottle in hand Mama was a witch, Daddy ran from the land I learned to shoot 'fore I learned to spell Baptized in whiskey, raised in hell Cornbread crusted, moonshine sippin’ Pistol in the glovebox, Bible rippin’ Trailer park prophet, meth lab dreams Preacher’s daughter ridin' me like a fiend (Chorus) Gasoline baptism, light that match Devil's in the choir with a cross to scratch Mud on my boots and blood on my past Ain’t no heaven for a son this brash Gasoline baptism, bless my soul Country ain't clean, it’s black as coal We don't pray, we howl at the moon If God don’t come, the devil’s here soon (Verse 2) Barbed wire halo, teeth full of gold Cookin' up sins that’ll never get old Uncle’s in the barn with a bag of blow And a 12-gauge smile if you come too close Mama's got tattoos of every ex-man One’s in the swamp, one’s in a frying pan Rebel flags burnin’, bass beat heavy Truck bed bedlam, dirt-road deadly (Bridge) We ain’t rednecks—we’re renegade saints Dyin' for nothin' and drownin' in taints Hollow point hymns in a shotgun choir Dancin' with demons round a gasoline fire (Chorus) Gasoline baptism, light that match Devil's in the choir with a cross to scratch Mud on my boots and blood on my past Ain’t no heaven for a son this brash Gasoline baptism, bless my soul Country ain't clean, it’s black as coal We don't pray, we howl at the moon If God don’t come, the devil’s here soon (Outro) So raise that jug, toast the curse The dirt don’t judge, but the pain gets worse In the land of sin, I carved my name Gasoline baptized, born insane Want it even darker, or more absurd?
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Title: "Gasoline Baptism" (Verse 1) Born in a shack with a bottle in hand Mama was a witch, Daddy ran from the land I learned to shoot 'fore I learned to spell Baptized in whiskey, raised in hell Cornbread crusted, moonshine sippin’ Pistol in the glovebox, Bible rippin’ Trailer park prophet, meth lab dreams Preacher’s daughter ridin' me like a fiend (Chorus) Gasoline baptism, light that match Devil's in the choir with a cross to scratch Mud on my boots and blood on my past Ain’t no heaven for a son this brash Gasoline baptism, bless my soul Country ain't clean, it’s black as coal We don't pray, we howl at the moon If God don’t come, the devil’s here soon (Verse 2) Barbed wire halo, teeth full of gold Cookin' up sins that’ll never get old Uncle’s in the barn with a bag of blow And a 12-gauge smile if you come too close Mama's got tattoos of every ex-man One’s in the swamp, one’s in a frying pan Rebel flags burnin’, bass beat heavy Truck bed bedlam, dirt-road deadly (Bridge) We ain’t rednecks—we’re renegade saints Dyin' for nothin' and drownin' in taints Hollow point hymns in a shotgun choir Dancin' with demons round a gasoline fire (Chorus) Gasoline baptism, light that match Devil's in the choir with a cross to scratch Mud on my boots and blood on my past Ain’t no heaven for a son this brash Gasoline baptism, bless my soul Country ain't clean, it’s black as coal We don't pray, we howl at the moon If God don’t come, the devil’s here soon (Outro) So raise that jug, toast the curse The dirt don’t judge, but the pain gets worse In the land of sin, I carved my name Gasoline baptized, born insane Want it even darker, or more absurd?
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