The Postman

Prepare your rites for your gods, whoever they may be

Ones that fill your pockets, or ones that digs polygamy

Texas in the spring, it's a good day to die

We ain't ever coming out baby, burn this mount to the sky

I'm Captain Koresh, ask me anything

Got myself a Gibson, wanna hear me sing?

All the ladies, they always want me you know

Cause God told them so, cause God told them so!

I saw the new light, before y'all even had eyes

It told me to I'd need fully automatics, told me to bed all your wives