Testo Hey Jesse

Hey Jesse, how about your mother
A corn cob pipe and a bottle in her hand
How about your sister, she shops at Walmart
She's making eyes at the black men in the band
And you're a savior, Oh please don't waver
You're the reason I vomit on the floor
When you preach hatred, I can't be sated
I want to hear it again
And when I fall asleep
I'm dreaming of all the things you say
If Dr. Martin King were alive today

Hey Jesse, did you ever slumber
And have a dream of a goddess in your bed
And was she willing to take your drilling
Did you wake up wishing you were dead
How bout the folks down in Carolina
A weary nation bows their head to pray
Show them some guidance, give them some
kindness, make Jesse just go away

And when I fall asleep I'm dreaming of all the things you said
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