I'm not a holy man.
Never make it to the promised land.
I'm not the nicest guy,
sure as shit I'll make you cry.

I won't throw the first stone,
but I'll pick up the second and drive it home.

Together we built, a tower of Babel,
above the jerks, the whores, and rabble.
When I saw you teetering on adage will baby here's my pledge.
I'll reach out and I'll give you a shove,
and I'll watch you fall from up above.

Like road runner watches Wiley hit the ground,
first the dust, then the sound.
I'm not a holy man, never going to make the promised land.

I won't throw the first stone,
but I'll pick up the second and I'll drive it home.
After a minute, I'll walk to the edge,
and baby here's my revenge
I'll meet you at the gates of hell,
saying devil I have a story to tell.
Devil said son don't you see
she has a seat here right next to me

She introduced the snake and the Apple
she holds the lease on your Tower of Babel
she told Lot that she needed salt I still don't know what that's about
She gave Moses the wrong direction out of spite so I reckon.

From her garden so carefully grown, Jesus wore her crown of thorns.
The devil said son I've known her longer than you,
she cut the deal at the crossroads too.


Im not the nicest guy, sure as shit im gonna make you cry.
Devil said son, you got to know, it's time you let this go.
She played you like a banjolele this one here she is no lady.
Go live the life, she never wanted to be the one to be undaunted.

I WON'T THROW THE FIRST STONE BUT I'LL PICK UP THE SECOND AND I'LL DRIVE IT HOME

I'M NOT A HOLY MAN, NEVER GOING TO SEE THE PROMISED LAND.