God Says No - Western Addiction

Little pistils with terrific tension

Tiger jaws hang In perfect suspension

Rammed earth with loving Intent

Thank god for this dirty equipment

A royal highness and a mother of thousands

A desert spoon to feed the badlands

Eagle claws land on golden barrels

Black fingers firmly grasp the cold spells

Queen of the night or a horse crippler

Are you a spill-er or a filler

Sun I'm a thriller

Stemmed from deep-rooted Issues

Grand gestures and a flaming Iris

Hypnotizing careen of the crop

I told my family but I just can't stop

Young man you are out of your depth

Cut and thrust the wheat from the chaff

Unbathed In the afterglow

It's time to rise but god says no

Lay It down on a substrate

Kiss me over the garden gate because

Sun I'm a thriller

We of the night or a horse crippler

Are you a spill-er you're a filler

You're tall you won't fall

So let's sprawl

Sun I'm a thriller

Sun I'm a thriller

Sun I'm a thriller

Sun I'm a thriller

Sun I'm a thriller