Ann Driscoll
Jesus Don't Like Beggars
It's hard to be alone at night with wolves with yellow eyes.I've gotta buy a gun, I've gotta buy a gun.I cry each day; my tears are cold, black within the sky.I pray the devil runs, I pray the devil runs.Jesus don't like beggars.It told me on TV.You wrote it in big bright red letters: "Never made for free"Jesus don't like beggars.It told me on TV.You wrote it in big bright red letters: "Never made for, never made for ye"I saw a girl with straight white teeth, I asked her for some change.She looked like Mary's twin; it could've been her kin.Mary don't like beggars.She told me on the street.She screamed to get a job, "never made for, never made for.."Mary don't like beggars.She told me on the street.She screamed to get a job, "never made for, never made for free."
From Letras Mania