Jesus From Texas

My mom turned eighteen in the 1960s

And she doesn't remember Stonewall

To be fair, she can't have known I'd be her kid

That the bricks launched at police would compel me to exist

And I think about that now down the ballot

Of the ones I love and I don't know yet

I voted for you

Oh, what a terrible honor it is

To watch the sky fall as a character witness

I spent the rest of the night freaking out

I had to get high just to put myself down

But I woke up for you

And I cut my hair because I'm worth it

And thesе days I believe in Bigfoot morе than God

'Cause who's he hurtin'?

I grew up a preacher's kid cleaning up after communions

I know that a church is not a way to live

It's a weekly reunion

My best friend found God, so we lost touch

I guess a Savior beats a friend who thinks you're good enough

I hope she finds love and peace

And if her kid comes out, I hope that she calls me

Oh, what a terrible honor it's been

To learn that my blessings are things you call sins

I'll spend the rest of my life tearing down

The Jesus from Texas you put in a crown

But I won't give up on you