When God Comes Back

Cut me up, primitive
I'll die like a slave
Riding on the wings
Of that Jesus snake

Ten thousand souls in your right hand
Never lost ground to no cold blooded man

Ten thousand souls in your right hand
Juggernaut child in a fragile land

Everything I see is just a part of it
Every word I breathe is just a part of it
I saw her drink from that cup of light
That's how I know she still exists

Cut me up, primitive
I'll die like a slave
Riding on the wings
Of that Jesus snake



Credits
Writer(s): James Robert Staebler, Allan Van Cleave, Benjamin Robert Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks Jr.
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