Your mouth is your religion

You put your faith in a hole like that?

You put your trust and your belief

Above your jaw, and no relief

Have I found



I heard your story when you come home

You said you went to see your sister last night

Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth

And find a funeral wreath

While you'll be laying in the ground

All alone



So tell me where are you coming from

With all them lies

As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.

Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say

Because it just might wanna blow you away

'Cause it just might wanna blow you away



An evil woman, can make ya cry

If you believe her every time she lies

Well you can be a big fool

If she makes you loose your cool, and so

I've got me some advice you should try



Just let her talk a little

Oh, just let her talk a little more

Just . . . just let her talk a little more

And when she runs out of words

Just say the same thing that I told you before



Now tell me where are you coming from

With all them lies

As you stumble in the breakin' of the day

Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say

Because it just might wanna blow you away

'Cause it just might wanna blow you away

'Cause it just might wanna blow you away

'Cause it just might wanna blow you away

'Cause it just might wanna blow you away

'Cause it just might wanna blow you away