Nazarene Sheen

No, it wasn't like that with Nazarene Sheen
First learned to freebase when she was thirteen
Nazarene drives a schoolbus in an old mill town
What used to be a new mill town

And all of the seventh grade boys
Wearing their black lipstick
Ollie the sheriff's pool
Tape over the tricks they miss

They call out her name
Like a long silk sleeve
They don't even know
What her name means
Nazarene

Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene— Nazarene

Nazarene is a woman of particular tastes
Sharing the end of her drink with the rain
She'll scroll through the photos at 4AM
Touching the hearts underneath her friends

And all of the busted jeeps
Duct tape their rollbars on
Keeping their knuckles shined
Losing the mud they cross

They call out her name
Like a long silk sleeve
Don't even know
What her name means
Nazarene

Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene— Nazarene

Nazarene keeps her earrings in a Folgers can
Her body's got nothing to do with your hands
Nazarene's got a spot on the levee she parks
I've asked and I've asked
I'm still in the dark
I've asked and I've asked
I'm still in the dark

All of the gunmetal fog
Spooling the redwood trees
There's a heat in the human ribs
They say tops a billion degrees

Nazarene!
Nazarene, Nazarene
Nazarene! Nazarene
Nazarene—
Nazarene



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Writer(s): Mike Young
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