Sweet Unbeliever

I suppose this is my way of doing evangelism, though some might find it more anti-evangelistic than otherwise. I really ought to split off all the lyrical content from this blog and put it somewhere else -- another blog of its own? -- but don't have the energy for that. Besides, all three of you reading this expect these abnormal lyrical outings.... don't you?


Sweet Unbeliever

Jon Trott © ShonkinTunes, 2006


You’d like to spit me out of your mouth
Step on me like an insect
I’m the virus that infects your dreams
I’m the love you now regret
I’m the music that’s too syncopated
The dance that’s too erotic
Am I preaching with a southern twang?
My truth makes you psychotic

You’d like to spit me out of your mouth
Yeah.
You’d like to spit me out of your mouth
Oh, yeah.

You’d like to wipe me up like someone’s puke
Find new ways to make me die
I’m the sweat beneath your well-dressed arm
I’m the tear you cannot cry
I’m music you can’t use to sell things
The story you know but ignore
I’m your lover – drink my blood, now
You can’t run anymore.

You’d like to spit me out of your mouth
Yeah.
You’d like to spit / split / hit me… oh, yeah.
You’d like to spit me out of your mouth
But I know your heart is breaking
Sweet Unbeliever.

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