Head of the Cult

Head of the Cult
And when the head of the cult flies westward
I'll still be a solid state 3
Every single chance I took
They had no patience for poets like me

And when the head goes spinning sideways, pleasing to rhythms Keeni
All god's wives will sing along to songs of Jerry Reed
Arica. Ohh
You arrive at state 6000, christ is a beautiful thing
You will scracth it, itch it, gnaw it, but, pick it, rub it raw until god's wives learn how to sing
And when the head goes tumbling backwards, pleasing to rhythms Keeni Tell the truth that you know The No Times Times, The No Times Times. It wasn't me, It wasn't me, It wasn't me
Arica. Ohh