CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD PRAY

You have the hands of a stone god the air is thin up here You have the breath of a chili dog caught on the lips with cold beer You have the taste of sun block and cauliflower ears You have the face of a juggernaut; a smirk so cavalier There's a high price for your happiness And I'm paying for it today There's a fine line between a trophy mount And the one that got away You with your hands on a fishing rod a cooler won't calm my fears You have the heart of a tackle box; if I had eyes they'd have tears There's a high price for your happiness And I'm paying for it today There's a fine line between a trophy mount And the one that got away If you find it quaint and not so disturbing If you can relate and find it reassuring Children of a lesser god pray But that won't get in your way Children of a lesser god pray But that won't get in your way There's a high price for your happiness And I'm paying for it today There's a fine line between a trophy mount And the one that got away You're the one that got away