Give you wine for your water
the preacher's daughter
don't bring nothin'
but your pigs to the slaughter - yea.

Blood of Jesus and Honey
ain't it funny how the world goes
when you're alone.

He was a cool slit-throater,
a blood-red coater,
she showed him the town and he told her
he owed her his life
if she could be his wife for the day.

She was a red wine Honey
- didn't need no money -
shake her ass if she thought it was funny
and she told him how the world was going away.

© 1993 GNILSONGS

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