Another Song About Jesus Christ, A Wedding Sheet, And A Bowie Knife

Someone needs to take a rusty Bowie knife to you
From your groin to your chest-bone, spill the truth
That way you might touch your inside like I has to
Like you always make me do

And someone spaded Jesus Christ through skin, meat and bone
The iron from the spikes, it starts at rustin'
The iron from his blood, it adds to that rustin'

His blood rolls down the hill and pools up in the cotton field
Well the cotton, it be twice growin'
And it is cherished for its red red hue
And it is marveled for its stiffness
And it is revered for its twice growin'
Berthed from the earth, thrown back into the earth
Spat back out the mool
It twice growing like Jesus Christ will
To return like Jesus Christ

And centuries has passed and I met you
And you love me, Christ girl, you know how much you love me
And someone made for us this old wedding sheet
One side of the sheet, well it be the man side
The other side of the sheet, well it be the woman side
I fit myself into the pre-made hole in this wedding sheet
When I lay down on top of you

And someone says I am hard
But I'm never hard enough for you
Especially when you take your sewing needle
And scratch a mark on your wrist
Especially when you take your sewing needle
And scratch a mark on your ankles
Especially when you take your sewing needle
And close up that hole in our sheet
Then you use this sheet to wipe away your inside

And now our sheet, it's got a red red hue
And now our sheet, it's got this stiffness
And now our sheet is going twice growing
The iron from your inside, it re-opened up that hole
Yes it did rust it your blood did rust it
Your iron did rust it
Your iron is rusted
And everything is rusted
And everything is rusted
And everything's been rusted
And everything will rust for you as well