this song is supposedly for us


All God’s children were born good when they were born
eyes of blue mountain acorns
All God’s children were good but one
that little boy from the garden of Satan’s Run

He grew up with a heart of goldness boldness adventure and loneliness
his mother was a brainiac who turned herself into a dirty skank
kidnapped him when he was just a babe
took off across eight states

All God’s children were born good when they were born
eyes of blue mountain acorns
All God’s children were good save one
that little girl from the garden of Satan’s Run

She grew up in the town of Burb, a little town completely UN absurd
her friends were names without dead birds, her lies were a truth that no one heard
she ran away to escape the herd of all of it
soon found herself in the heart of the kingdom of shit

God woke up one fine day and found his angels gone
he cried himself to sleep on his pillow on top of his throne
where did my friends go my creatures I had made
why did Gabe and Michael leave me this way?

The little boy grew up fast he grew up tall and high
cocaine and weed and pills and black made time worth a while
the cup of sweet tea he drank in reality
had went down his throat quite smooth
after he sipped the last sippy sip
he went off to find a tomb

The little girl kept salt for her wee little lambs, curdled ghost with a touch of fucked with a pint of ham
she kept her scissors in her drawer in the bathroom that she shared
with the family that for a while acted like she wasn’t there
out of the window she climbed she dared to follow the road to everywhere

All God’s children were born good when they were born
eyes of mountain blue unicorns
All God’s children were good but two
the little boy and girl from Satan’s Run

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