How a Resurrection Really Feels

Her parents named her "Hallelujah", the kids all called her, "Holly" And if she scared you then she's sorry, she's been stranded at these parties These parties, they start lovely But they get druggy, and they get ugly, and they get bloody The priest just kinda laughed, the deacon caught a draft She crashed into the Easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass She was limping left on broken heels When she said, "Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?" Holly was a hoodrat, and now, you finally know that And she's been disappeared for years, today, she finally came back St. Louis had enslaved me, I guess Santa Ana saved me, St. Peter had me on the queue, the St. Paul saints, they waved me through And I was all wrapped up in some video booth, when I heard her say "I love you too" She said, "I've laid beneath my lovers but, I've never gotten laid" Some nights, she felt protected, some nights, she felt afraid She spent half last winter, just trying to get paid From some guy she originally thought to be her savior They wrote her name in magic marks, on stop signs and subway cars They got a mural up on East 13th that said "Hallelujah, rest in peace" Hallelujah was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that She's been disappeared for years, today, she finally came back Walk on back, walk on back (Walk on back), she said, "Don't turn me on, again" (Walk on back), I'd probably just go and get myself all gone, again (Walk on back), don't turn me on, again (Walk on back), I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone, again (Walk on back), So don't turn me on, again (Walk on back), I'll probably just go, and go and get myself all gone, again (Walk on back), hallelujah was a sexy mess, she looked strung out but, experienced (Walk on back), so, we all got kind of curious Walk on back Walk on back Walk on back Walk on back Walk on back Walk on back Walk on back Walk on back Walk on back