The Faux Pas Press #130
Heretic
11 January 2010
By Jason Fresh
Too early, too early, too early now to tell
He came back to Southern Georgia like a march on fire and hell
Won't love you like you wanted
Won't praise you like a champ
She will not wipe your tears, will not understand when you try to be her man
You'll try to find another lover like a love sick heretic
You'll try to kiss another women with her hoe stain on your lips
You'll find it hard to build the nation cause your skin has grown so thick
You'll be an ornament America and the time bomb is going to tick
As lonely, as lonely, as lonely as it feels
Fighting stops for those malted hops and the pain don't feel so real
Can't drum upon the shorelines
Can't do the powdered mime
She will not clump the dust and she starts to cuss when you sing a different rhyme
You'll try to find another lover like a love sick heretic
You'll try to kiss another women with her hoe stain on your lips
You'll find it hard to build the nation cause your skin has grown so thick
You'll be an ornament America and the time bomb is going to tick
Don't sway from where you belong
Don't sway from where you belong
Don't sway from where you belong
And you're almost made of gold
You'll try to find another lover like a love sick heretic
You'll try to kiss another women with her hoe stain on your lips
You'll find it hard to build the nation cause your skin has grown so thick
You'll be an ornament America and the time bomb is going to tick
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