Funeral/When God Comes Back Songtext
von All Them Witches

Cut me up, primitive
I′ll die like a slave
Riding on the wings
Of that Jesus snake

Ten thousand souls in your right hand
Never lost ground to no cold blooded man


Ten thousand souls in your right hand
Juggernaut child in a fragile land

Everything I see is just a part of it
Every word I breathe is just a part of it
I saw her drink from that cup of light
That's how I know she still exists

Cut me up, primitive
I′ll die like a slave
Riding on the wings
Of that Jesus snake