Pray To Me

Elena's clean and she's never had a sip

Only the blood of the savior's stained her lips

She appears to me in a dead confetti sea

Singing country karaoke

Through the mist of the coughing fog machine

Disco lights drift like flares on the braided halo in her hair

Halo in her hair

Halo in her hair

When I was a kid, some nights, I'd shoot arrows in the sky

And stand still trusting God would not forsake me

'Til one came down and took out my eye

Tonight, I'm gonna be just like that arrow and take Elena by surprise

Pierce deep and drain her of the blood of Christ

And replace it with a flood of mine

Guitars start plucking from the speakers

Playing, “Lonesome, On'ry, and Mean”

I grab the mic, looking for Elena, doing my best Waylon routine

Then I find her with a stranger, his hand on the halo in her hair

Pray to me

Licking the sweat from her birth-marked neck

As he pets that halo in her hair (Pray to me)

The speakers start to hiss as he kisses that halo in her hair

I'm not a violent guy, but I don't keep this knife around for fun

Next thing I know, Elena's crying

“Oh my God, what have you done?”

Falls to her knees in prayer

I tell her, “Pray to me, 'cause He ain't there”

Pray to me

Make my fingers like a gun, run 'em on the halo in her hair (Pray to me)

The stranger, slumped down in his chair

Still stares at the halo in her hair (Pray to me)

Don't you be scared, just want that halo in your hair (Pray to me)