Southern Progress

Cut the bullshit!
Pin me to the wall
And call me your kitten
My tresses are your reins
Spit down my throat
And watch it drip down my trembling chin
I'll purr you to sleep
As I scratch my sigils into your skin

Daddy don't like my rock n' roll
Because I had to sell more than just my soul

And when I die
Don't let them bury me in a sad boy's suit and tie
Set my flesh aflame
In the gown of a goddess burning bright
You'll see me lighting up the southern sky

Mama don't like what's in my soul
Anything is evil that she can't control

Do you think this song really changes a thing?
Are queer girl and daddy issues all you can sing?
You're no better than the ones who make you scoff
Plaster cast your cock, stick it to the mirror, and jerk it off

Is this not the age of sin we're living in?

Folks that wanna damn my soul to hell
Can't move this opossum mother southern belle