Southern crack at the southern greenEverybody selling that southern thingBut we can't go noPeddles in the pine with the hollow teethScreaming hallelujah from the factoriesBut we can't knowCaught four devils in the maker phonesTelling all the saints that they were wrongBut they can't knowChoking on the smoke inside their lungsScreaming for the mercy of the burning onesBut I know it's too latePreacher of elasticHow we can let it go and go and goLove is for the mercyAnd now we can lose control control controlWhat do we ever doI know that you got it badWhat do we ever sayI know that you got it badGun shaped bottle in a loaded tongueJesus ain't the problem but he started oneHe don't understandBlack veil preacher at the city mallHiding in the bushes 'cause he likes the museI don't understand itDeath on the breath of a wounded doveShipped two-ninety took all my bloodAnd suck on my bloodSouthern crack at the southern greenEverybody selling that southern thingBut I can't go again oh noPreacher of elasticHow we can let it go and go and goLove is for the mercyAnd now we can lose control control controlWhat do we ever doI know that you got it badWhat do we ever sayI know that you got it badWhat do we ever doI know that you got it badWhat do we ever sayI know that you got it badThere's a little lightThere's a little hopeIt seems to fade awayThere's a little lightThere's a little hopeIt seems to get awayWe are just bruised fruit falling from the treeGod is a gambler who can't set us freeWhere are we going We're lostI can't tell you the costFor the continental fruit toast