Hallelujah
Does Satan wear a suit and tie
Or does he work at the Dairy Queen
Does he listen to rock and roll
Does he feed the mean
Singing Hallelujah
What about Jesus
Didn't he do it too?
Hang out with prostitutes
And have a drink or two.
Power of example
My mama said it and I heard
She says one ounce of action
Beats a ton of words.
Singing Hallelujah.
Mama said there would be angels
Mama said there would be sun
Is the devil in Elvis to go where no white man went
Or hiding in Hugh Hefner's body or maybe even Larry Flynt.
Say, hows about the President shielding all them stones
Man if I could find a shield like that I'd run 'round naked
in my glass home.
Sippin' Hallelujah
I think my angel's gone to Vegas
Sippin' Hallelujah
Holding aces in her hand. Hallelujah
As she's singing rock of ages. Hallelujah
On the table at the Sands. Hallelujah
Does Satan wear a suit and tie or
Does he work at the Dairy Queen.
Does he listen to rock and roll
Does he feed the mean
Streak in all of us.
All us saints here on earth
Hypnotized and over-advertised
'Til we're numb at birth
Singing Hallelujah
And my angel's turning pages
Singing Hallelujah
And she just don't understand. Hallelujah
That the devil's hot on her trail. Hallelujah
On the road to broken promised land. Hallelujah
On the TV and the radio. Hallelujah
Good and evil look the same to you
Copyright (C) 2003, Martin Sexton
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Angeline
Girl you been freakin'
Like you never freaked before
Not that freakin' is uncool
But to you I know there's so much more
Like where is that sassy child
And where is that girl's next trip
Why you been keepin' your green eyes shut
And your pretty mouth zipped
Angeline Come to me
Come clean Talk to me
Don't you hide Come and show
Show me Your beautiful side
You can call me a snoopin' dog
Tell me where you've been at
I'm gonna sniff gonna dig
Around you 'til I find what's up with that
It's making you crazy
Living by the answering machine
Open up Open up sweet child
Unfold your arms for me Angeline
I've been your brother
I've been your sister
I've been your loser
I've been your mister
I've been the angel and the devil on your shoulder
You know we never kept nothing but a pitchfork
And wings in between us 'til now
Knock knock Who's there
Well it's me Angeline
I say knock knock Who's there
I ain't no stranger
You're in no danger of losing me
Angeline Come on clean
Talk to me Talk to me baby
Don't you hide Come and show
Show me
It's me Angeline oh yes it is child
I'm here for the duration
And my caring takes no vacaion
Angeline Angeline
Come on clean
Open up those pretty green eyes for me
I'll do you no harm, it'll do you no harm Angeline.
Copyright (C) 2003, Martin Sexton
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Station Man
Down around the reservation
Up around the bend
Lies a lazy little ghost town
In a god forsaken land
Set up on the platform
Wringing his hands
Humming a crazy old number
Its the station man
He sings about sweet Virginia
Sweetest in the land
Said she'd come on back for me
Just soon as she can
And the rusty track laughs a cold phrase in the sun
You see the last train left here 1971
I can still hear the children on the fourth of July
Down at the general store there was a gas pump
And the church bells that ring on Sunday
Then he turns his head on easterly
Raises his hand
Pointing his shaky finger
As he tries to take a stand
U.S. highway number one hundred twenty three
Laid concrete and steel where my house used to be
I can still hear those children
Singing in the schoolyard
Lemonade on the back porch
As the sun went down
Rocking chair and my memories
Sold them for chump change
Sold them off to folks like you coming around
Copyright (C) 2003, Martin Sexton
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Can't Stop Thinking 'Bout You
Keepin my eyes on the road this time around
Keepin my hands pressed to the wheel
Something so strange as a woman has got me down
Ain't gonna be your damn fool again
Drivin tonight just to ease my mind
A man in this mood is a most dangerous kind
Then there was the time my head went blind
Couldn't see the sign at the time
Years would go by before I wondered who
Or where or what or why
Lovin you was like lovin a house on fire
Burning and learning when the damage was done
Now I'm tired and I'm scared and wide open
To the rest of my life
And I almost had it all
I'm sick and tired but I'm hoping
That a cure will be found
Cause I can't stop thinking bout you
I can't stop thinking bout you
Here face to face with what I've been running from all these years
Hangs a dark cloud over the moon
Pull off to this roadside dive and maybe test my sobriety
Order a tall cool ginger ale
Lovin you was sort of like lovin a fifth of the finest bourbon
Was it your quality or high quantity that's put me in the shape I'm in
Now I'm tired and I'm scared and wide open to the rest of my life
And I almost had it all
I'm fooling myself by thinking
That a cure will be found
Cause I can't stop thinking bout you
I can't stop thinking bout you
Copyright (C) 2003, Martin Sexton
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The Beast In Me
Every single time I come to this town
It brings out the worst in me
Decadence dries deep in the root of mine eyes
To bring out a thirst in me
Bust in to Burbank and buy a big beef jerky on Barham
Stare into the stockyard
Life in this car out on the road
Can be so easy
Then in the evening time
There's a welcome sight
In my lazy dream
I'm still hoping to find
The best in me is the beast in me
The best in me is the beast in me
Hansel and Gretel turning tricks
For the big bad wolf on Sunset
In front of the health food store
See them lining up in their Range Rovers and their Mercedes
For some peek a boo
With the queen of hearts
And as the sun goes down
In that purple sky
What passes for stars comes out
And I'm still hoping to find
The beast in me is the best in me
The beast in me is the best in me
I dreamed I saw Jesus on the sidewalk
Of Sodom burning sage he told me
L.A. you're my desert rose
Forgive me as I age
All done with my twenties
Yet there's a reason to live
Swear I found it in the
Picks and pans of People magazine
Its the best in me
It's the beast in me
Is it the best in me
Is it the beast in me
I made good my escape in my Geo. Prism
The little red rental that could
I was praying no more hair would grow on my palms
As I drove away from the sign it said
Welcome to Hollywood
Oh its the beast in me coming on through
Its the best in me shining on through
My mama told me
Watch out
For the beast in me
But mama, mama it's okay
The beast in me
Its the best in me
Copyright (C) 2003, Martin Sexton
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