Roland Dixon - King James Bibles Lyrics

The rain is coming in, we're out shooting bottles
There's a little plastic star on Jacob's collar
We move inside, the windows, they're all open
It's much too dark to be so hot
Giveaway, giveaway, King James Bibles
On a television picture of a tent revival
A wino in a chair i'm trying not to wake,
My strung out mind is stuck in the scanlines
A rubber cock on her bedside, the fireman's daughter
A sleeping union stealer next to dead water
You read rich girls' horny books,
I'm wear their brothers' Hawaiian shirts
Giveaway, giveaway, every single order
A lousy pair of sandals for thirty nine dollars
Get an audio book, get a resin statuette
Walk around with Isaac's feet
Oh, it's a dead lost cause and everybody knows it
He's drunk, dying, trying not to show it
I got a friend, go and meet him through the gate
Lost his dead end job always showing up high and late
Giveaway, giveaway Gatlinburg steel
Crystals in the sockets of a skull at the heel
He cut himself with a flimsy little knife
I lay awake sometimes wondering what his heart looks like
Got a military friend with a tattoo of a snake
Carpet in his basement where we'd go to free base
A little green Moriah where we'd bury all our dead
I reckon when they kill me I'll be pretty close to him
Giveaway, Giveaway, King James Bibles
On a television picture of a tent revival
Giveaway, giveaway
Oh, giveaway, giveaway
Oh, give away, giveaway
Oh, giveaway, giveaway
Oh, giveaway, giveaway King James Bible
On a television picture of a dead river
Giveaway, giveaway
Oh, giveaway
Giveaway
Giveaway
Giveaway
Giveaway