| Drop |
|---|
| The way you drop is like a stone |
| Making out you’re flying |
| But you’ve just been thrown |
| Till kingdom comes |
| And through bitten tongues |
| These eyes get stung |
| With every curse that’s sung |
| These twisted times |
| Can’t compare to mine |
| And heaven knows where loving goes |
| I should have guessed |
| When I took that pill |
| Do I love her still |
| Well did Jesus kill |
