I went to bed with a southern pastor just to prove to myself he was a cheating bastard
The sermon he spoke revealed as a joke to me
The choir was crying over baby Jesus who was stolen away from his Nativity scene.
But the Mary in me was breathing a sigh of relief.
Because I saw you running along with that
baby Jesus tucked under your arm and
God damned us both from the start but
from Him you cannot hide.
I followed you down behind the church's garden.
I listened to you as you pitched me your bargain.
I beat you to death with your baby Jesus.
And waited until the mass came to greet us.
We carried you back to the heavenly altar.
You fit like a glove in that empty manger.
The light from above was shining with love and peace.
Let God shed his Mercy on you and you will
be sure to get what is coming to you
It's not use in beginning to erase or undo what you've done.
This is your own demise.
From it you cannot hide.
From Him you cannot hide.
released April 1, 2015
Written by Jenna Ave-Lallemant
Produced, recorded, mixed, and played by Andy Dixon.
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