Ghetto Cross

I saw an inbred Jesus dying on the road today
He said, "I'm tired and hungry, I can feel my teeth decay"
I thought I'd help my friend, oh, we're living in the USA
He said he wanted us to go, okay

On the devil cars that's where my friend was slain
On the devil cars that's where my devil was slain, yeah
Devil slain

Like all my fans, he screams of what, morning when he was dead
Hoping on a bag of freon, he knows it'll be his last breath
Well the inbred Jesus always makes fun on me
But that's how he lets me know he loves me

On the devil cars that's where my friend was slain
On the devil cars that's where that devil was slain
Yeah, devil slain, devil slain, devil slain



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Writer(s): Jared Swilley, Joe Bradley, Cole Alexander, Jack Hines
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