Junior Airline Pilot - His Precious Blood

She's got the American dream
Right there between her thighs
And it's come here to die
Choking on the lies
So much pleasure it's worth a life
So much pleasure it could make a grown man cry
So much pleasure you might have to rip out your eyes
Now you're on the prowl
And you're ravenous
It's blasphemous
That's right I'm disgusting
Maybe I should reassess somethings
But wait god made me these women
And he made me man
And he gave me these hands
And a man takes what he wants in these lands
Don't get biblical
I take things literal
And I'll give you a fist full
Of chick comics I've got piled up in my closet
He shed his precious blood
To wash away your sins
He was executed for your crimes
Your crimes against god
He was beaten to a pulp for you
That's how much he loved you
Tell me do you feel the love
Now give me that juicy gossip
I know you've got a secret
I know you've got a secret
He will always love you
We will always love you
If you were a good man
I'm sure he'll understand
Even a law abiding citizen
You just have to let him in
Let him inside you
For the rest of your days
And then you'll be saved
Then you'll be saved
Then you'll be saved
Then you'll be saved
Don't get biblical
I take things literal
And I'll give you a fist full
I'll give you a fist full
Of chick comics I've got piled up in my closet
He shed his precious blood
He shed his precious blood
To wash away
Your sins
Your sins

Written by:
Cody Kirkpatrick

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