Texty:
Dements

up tight Raise your glasses high tonight Like wine, his spirit has fermented So here's to him, the one who stays demented Don't forget to stay demented

I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed Till one night he snuck in and said "We're goin

Hey there! Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand Hey yeah! Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting flames Hea??s weird!

coming for you We are armed to the teeth Ghost of invincibility We're coming for you We're coming for you We're coming for you Dearly demented The

we're not the jet set we're the old Chevrolet set But ain't we got love No, we're not the jet set we're the old Chevrolet set The Prine and DeMent set

When I was a child, I spoke as a child Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris but I'm starin' at

Fireflies inside of a mason jar. Acting big behind the wheel of daddy's car. Playing church around the old piano stand, You were quite a preacher and

Standing barefoot on a cold wood floor, Looking out the window of my back door. If it keeps on raining I think the whole damn house is gonna float away

Let me walk, blessed Lord, in the way Thou hast gone, Leading straight to the land above; Giving cheer everywhere to the sad and the lone, Fill my way