White smoke sermon

[Intro] “And lo—the sky split wide, not with light… but with the hiss of propane and the fury of the damned.” [chorus] White smoke risin’ out the double-wide chimney Preachin’ to the woods, fulla ghosts and the guilty Shadows in the yard, all twitchin’ from the sickness This ain’t salvation—it’s red-eyed business White smoke risin’, buzzin’ in the pine Backwoods sermon with a bottle and a line Speakin’ in tongues through a meth-head vision Ain’t no God here, just broke transmissions [Verse 1] Hood up, mask on, soul full of static Hands like gravel, moves automatic Old Bessie in the lot got wires all twistin’ Trap door under the rug where I do my mixin’ Ma’s in the kitchen, eyes like glass Laughin’ at the walls while the spirits pass I heard a baby cry, but we ain’t got none Just the echo of the devil and a sawed-off g*n Tarp on the floor, b***d like paint Sheriff drove by, but he sure as hell ain’t Knockin’ on this door—he know what’s brewin’ This a trailer park chapel, and the Lord ain’t movin’ [chorus] White smoke risin’ out the double-wide chimney Preachin’ to the woods, fulla ghosts and the guilty Shadows in the yard, all twitchin’ from the sickness This ain’t salvation—it’s red-eyed business White smoke risin’, buzzin’ in the pine Backwoods sermon with a bottle and a line Speakin’ in tongues through a meth-head vision Ain’t no God here, just broke transmissions [Verse 2] Granny got a cross made of bent coat hangers Talks to the flames like they kinfolk strangers Every Sunday, we light up the pit Not for barbecue—just to melt that hit I don’t need no choir, I got coyotes Singin’ me to sleep while the fumes get floaty Ain’t no rapture, just a junkyard hymn With a cracked-out angel and a needle-thin grin D**d raccoon hangin’ off the clothesline pole Cousin say he talk, but he ain’t got no soul We don’t do confession, just shotgun shells Line ‘em up clean—send our sins to hell [chorus] White smoke risin’ out the double-wide chimney Preachin’ to the woods, fulla ghosts and the guilty Shadows in the yard, all twitchin’ from the sickness This ain’t salvation—it’s red-eyed business White smoke risin’, buzzin’ in the pine Backwoods sermon with a bottle and a line Speakin’ in tongues through a meth-head vision Ain’t no God here, just broke transmissions Just broke transmissions… just broke… transmissions… [Outro ] “And He said unto them: bury the truth beneath the ash, and dance in the fumes of your undoing…” [outro] “Brothers ’n sisters, the fire comes not from heaven… but from the barrel of a rusted tank and the hands of the damned—can I get a huff?”