Kelley Deal - Head of the cult lyrics

And when the head of the cult flies westward I'll still be a solid state 3 Every single chance I took They had no patience for poets like me And when the head goes spinning sideways, pleasing to rhythms Keeni All god's wives will sing along to songs of Jerry Reed Arica. Ohh You arrive at state 6000, christ is a beautiful thing You will scracth it, itch it, gnaw it, but, pick it, rub it raw until god's wives learn how to sing And when the head goes tumbling backwards, pleasing to rhythms Keeni Tell the truth that you know The No Times Times, The No Times Times. It wasn't me, It wasn't me, It wasn't me Arica. Ohh