The Gospel Singer Lyrics

Lydia Lunch The Gospel Singer

Pig Mountain Valley in the middle of the South
Sweet white baby with the insane mouth
Walking through the thicket in the dead of the night
Likes to pull away when she's squeezed to tight...
Waiting on the Word come out the Gospel Singer's mouth
Hey pretty baby no need to be scared
Worrying 'bout the things that aren't even there
Deep in the valley in the middle of the mountain
Sticky little sister gooey gushing like a fountain
Waiting on the Word come out the Gospel Singer's mouth
Pretty butter baby with the horrible scars
Tried to kill her Daddy by ripping out his heart
Had to teach his girl such a horrible lesson
Shot her little kitty with the Smith & Wesson
Waiting on the Word come out the Gospel Singer's mouth
Down by the quarry near the railroad tracks
Something smelling fishy telling me to get back
Under a rock sticking out tiny shoes
Warning...calling out I got some terrible news...
Still waiting on the Word come out the Gospel Singer's mouth