That priest ain't holy
And I think the sheriff is laying down more than the law
We'll show the world that this can't hold us
We'll show the world that no can hold us down
I set my sights to the south
Plagued by letters and word of mouth
Momma I'd die before I let you
And find the strength to pull us through
I've long but been a virgin
Walking on a slant in a room
That's getting hotter
Than a wh*re house
On nickel night
The bills are piling up
And the workloads getting rough
Enough is never enough
I was born no where
And I'm going no where fast
This one is on me
Momma this 44 will bring me home
No man will stop me
But when the morning comes
We'll do it again like a broken record
That priest ain't holy
And I think the sheriff is laying down more than the law
We'll show the world that this can't hold us
We'll show the world that no can hold us down
