I'm a daughter of feminine wisdom A son of the American Dream And my friends are addicted to alcohol And methamphetamines On Sunday they wake with a fever And by Tuesday they're starting to sweat But by Wednesday night In the backporch light, they look healthy with a cigarette If you got a book of prayers For the folks up there stuck inside the folds of forever When I'm dead and gone I hope I carry on in some way but you better never Hold my dirt in a stuffy old church Lord knows I never lived by the letter Just sing one of my songs from time to time Then I'm in a wedding dress on Chestnut Glass-powdered soles of my feet Knotted hair and blood-soaked beard as they're preparing to crucify me Everybody's looking for Jesus Or anyone else they can hang You've got an awful lot of nerve suspecting the urge of this undead creature to save you If you got a book of prayers For the folks up there stuck inside the folds of forever When I'm dead and gone I hope I carry on in some way but you better never Hold my dirt in a stuffy old church Lord knows I never lived by the letter Just sing one of my songs from time to time It's the only way I'm gonna live forever You just sing one of my songs from time to time