WICKED WAYS

Jezebel, Jezebel, Jezebel, oh Jezebel, death come a leaping at Jezebel

She ran away from home with a bag of silver
She had a lot of pocket change
Hitching on the rides of a crooked strangers
Laughing out the window in the pouring rain
Luck dropped dead on a Dallas phone
Part of her died and crawled back home
Dawn came breaking on the crying sun
Head was cooking and her heart was done

Clutching to the wings of a dirty angel
Crying in the dim of a dying day
Fighting off the cold by shuffling souls
Sleeping with the dreams of a runaway

Done got tired of your wicked ways
Angels in the heavens done numbered your days
Oh your evil deeds God's done got tired
You got to go to judgment and stand the trial

She looked out the window at the rushing tires
Thought about her daddy and his crooked lies
Drove around the city in the dying skies
Every pair of headlights was a pair of eyes
A hit in the morning and a beer at noon
A little bit of whiskey in the ladies room
Brown paper bag just to sneak a pull
Felt so empty when the bottle's full

Clutching to the wings of a dirty angel
Crying in the dim of a dying day
Fighting off the cold by shuffling souls
Sleeping with the dreams of a runaway

Done got tired of your wicked ways
Angels in the heavens done numbered your days
Oh your evil deeds God's done got tired
You got to go to judgment and stand the trial

"I think it's a sin and a shame the way that so many christians that say they been born again will do anything and say anything and go anywhere. They trying to convince me that you been born again. I didn't ask you tonight. I think that every one that's been born again oughta let your light shine. You oughta be careful 'bout, you oughta be careful 'bout how you talk and how you act."

She gotta little room down in Alabama right before it started to rain
looking out the back of a motel window
Didn't wanna try to explain
Thought about the sound of a room alone
Looking at the numbers on the telephone
Staring at the color of a sinking sun
Feeling like a bullet in a smoking gun

You got to go to judgment and stand the trial
Raised his hands creation trembled
Stamped his feet and time stood still