Ryan Lloyd - Six Disasters lyrics

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