Lyrics

Cut me up primitive I'll die like a slave Riding on the wings of that Jesus snake Ten thousand souls in your right hand Never lost ground to no cold blooded man Ten thousand souls in your right hand Juggernaut child in a fragile land Everything I see is just a part of it Every word I breathe is just a part of it I saw her drink from that cup of light So I know she still exists Cut me up primitive I'll die like a slave Riding on the wings of that Jesus snake