The Next Messiah

Living in the meadow, the mighty mighty meadow
With too many people, sucking all the water
And my daddy was a farmer,
He was a race car driver,
He is a four-leaf clover
He is the next messiah

Now he’s living the woods, the dark and dank woods,
With a cocktail waitress, who thinks she‘s an artist,
Take her down to the river, split her right up the middle
Now it’s going to be trouble, for a pregnant lamb and con man

got sick the clink, dye his hair in the sink, and the tumor gonna make a man outta him
Now my daddy was a chancer
He was bad check bouncer,
But he beat that cancer,
He is a survivor,
He is the next messiah

carving it up, squeezing it off, watching it bleed
Washing it off, taking it back, she’s down on her knees
When did she come to detest you?

Giving it back, backing you up, nothings for free
You’re giving it back, for locking you up, those terrible deeds

When will they come to arrest you?
When did she come to detest you?

When will they come to arrest you?
When did she come to detest you?

I’m gonna give my love to you one day, you gotta bring it back
I’m gonna give my love to you one day, you gotta bring it back
I want to tell you love you

Well I’m gonna go out for a walk you better be here when I get back

Well I’m gonna give my love to you one day, you gotta bring it back
I want to tell you I love you

He’s the next messiah