It's hard to see straight in the summertime
I mistook that snake for a swinging vine
It's the Devil's deal to waste your time
I'm calling you ay-yea
You try to pray to no avail
Cause there are no Gods in Riverdale
Just carrot-tops and ponytails
I'm calling you ay-yea
I put my faith in the Son of Man
Cause I never agreed with the B plan
Where He takes away his gilded hand
I'm calling you ay-yea
I don't ever wanna hurt again
So I'll love with the length of the weekend
Don't stir me cause I'm shaken
I'm calling you ay-yea
Oh the joy of those corrected
Oh the fear and what it means
Lo He strikes like six disasters
Oh I speak with lips unclean
All God's people say
Yea yea yea
We fear you yea
Yea yea yea