Get Low

Said the preacher, to the priest, to the firearms

One hell of a man, but you can't get hard

And it's so damn simple

But you're running far from the problem

Was it the beer, or the lord, or the lesbian porn

Spent your whole life fishing, for something warm

And if its so damn easy, then what the hell are you here for

Call it penance, call it peace, call it a performance

Why you so sad, baby lets get honest

Was it guilt was it shame, maybe you took blame