Guadalupe

Still and static make your move
Eat mescaline and I’ll approve
I stole her heart, she wants the truth, I tell her lies
Takes a chance and calls it fate
And feeds me food that I can’t taste
Swallow me whole, spit out my soul, digest my eyes

Crucified and on parade
Rosaries and saranades
Hooked and low
Pretend and testify

Sometimes rampant, sometimes bruised
Paint over scars or get tattoos
Steady and slow, borrow and owe
And claim your prize
After hours after bars, you look so good
When crashing cars, you give me faith, it’s no mistake that you’re crucified