Head Of The Baptist

This is the one Baptist

I can feel it, in the air

Late night infomercial that's gonna save your life

Warden's call in the eleventh hour

And it's easy to say, but it's hard to remember

That praise is for suckers and death is forever

And under your nose

But just over your head

Martyr meets Maker

In ten shades of red

These are your twelve steps

Take them on your knees

Show them out the door

And they'll let you free, oh

These are your twelve shots

Take them on your knees

Show them the blood and

And you'll get in for free

Under your nose

But over your head

Martyr meets Maker

In ten shades of red

And I, I've got my one track mind

And you know, it's gonna get me tried

I've got my one track mind

And one of these days, it's gonna get me baptized

I've got a one track mind, and you know

Line twenty-six admits

Admits to martyr envy

And it's true, I wanted it to be my head

That's staring up at you

Seeing what the eyes still see

Ten seconds

More

Hot from the floor

And ready to serve

This is your head on a canvas

Looking my way

And the kitchen's going to need the plate back

Take them down to the river and

Drown them now, while you have the chance

While their young necks fit in your hands

But save the souls 'cause you never know

Never know where they're gonna land

Grow like weeds when you let them, yeah

You lost your head, to a pretty face

Baptist, Baptist, Baptist