Snow flakes rolling over my ear Goose bumping weather
If I'm hungry at four thirty in the morning Pink Dot will de-liver
And I'm oh so tire-d Of you pushing that thorny crown
Down onto my head so hard My knees are two inches in the ground
* And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man
You know
I smoked a lot of grass And I've popped a lot of pills
But I've never done noth-in, that my spirit couldn't kill
And I walk aro - und, with these tombstones in my eyes
But I know the pusher don't care, if you live or if you die
God-damn, God damn, God damn, God damn, God damn