Sleeping in a caterpillar tractor
in the middle of a parking lot;
a graveyard.

IDS around you,
they've got every right to pound you
so you slip off through the vineyard

Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
light a candle on the mantle,
dip your hand inside a cradle.

prove to me your family,
test my manner,
i'm a batter for the
California Angels.
putting food upon the table.

How, could it be so old?
How, could it be so old?

take the look,
a can, a cup,
put some cake into the hall,
throw it at the head of state,
cancel all his dinner dates,
you think you're from Palestine?
you're from Vegas every time.
How, could it be so old?
How, could it be so old?

Bella, girl I missed you come,
you never even kissed me,
cuz I'd itch enough to shower.
I was blinded by a weapon,
that they made for armageddon,
lick your paws and put them on me,
so I don't become a zombie...

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Bethlehem-Hell Express song meanings
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