الأغاني:
Jason Collett Idols Of Exile

Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under. Cigarettes, Southern Comfort with your friends behind the bleachers it?s my first dance. He?s gonna beat it in the

You took hold of my affections With your Bible and your sword Your celebrity connections I was not used to keeping score From your fine guilded chalice

Drunk again, 6pm Beautiful, ugly weekend Stayin' out, and sleeping in I love it when my girlfriend calls me a cock sucking faggot Writing rock n' roll

You took your brownie hawkeye and pointed it up at the sky you just let the shutter fly all of your friends still wonder why you were never good with

So this is the day of the dead Of St. Jude and the lady of Guadeloupe Apples and oranges And silver coins for ghosts to gamble with Marigolds and candles