Throwing Muses

Pack the truck under the moon
Jesus christ, my lips are red
You ask a lot of the moon
When you ask me to forget
I never asked you to pay my rent
Jesus christ, my lips are red
God, you turn me on my head
Youre gonna haul me back again
I heard cowbirds call us home
I heard cowbirds call us home
Fry your ground, take it
Lie around naked
I think God dripped you out of a sunbeam
Only God dragged you out a tree with me
I pulled you out of a snow bank
I think you grew me out of the dirt
I heard you pulled me out of a church
To worship you
Worship you
I wanna ride inside
I wanna ride inside
I hold both of your fingers tighter
You hold all of my hand, man