Cinnamon

Today's the day
I flushed the drugs down the drain
I've got to clean myself up
For Cinnamon

And God was in the flame under the silverware
And Jesus was the needle in my arm
But now I've shot the Holy Spirit across her perfect chest
Don't you know that's holy worship at its best?

I'd do it all
For Cinnamon

I'd spend my whole life
Eating Cinnamon

My own son won't see me
It's been years since I killed his dog
I've grown so older, I've grown wiser
Odds are I won't grow any more

See I thought I was different, I thought that I had changed
I swore Jesus said, "don't pull out"
But now the Holy Spirit is growing inside her
And she won't scrape the damn thing out

There's no convincing
Miss Cinnamon

I'm gonna miss
Eating Cinnamon

And she said, "Daddy— you a cruel one
Don't want to see you no more"
Thing is sweetie, that don't bother me
I've heard my own kid say that very thing before