Terry Allen - Show lyrics

Standing in the spotlight Listening to the crowd Screaming for his insides Wantin him to let it out But can they handle what they want? Can they handle what they get? There's a creature coiled inside Been wantin out 3 hundred thousand years Hits one lick on his guitar Holds it to the ground Tryin to k** every livin thing A hundred miles around Your Momma warned you about this Your Daddy bought a gun But there is no turning back Once the show has begun And there's Jesus the promoter Standing in the wings Waiting on some c**aine An twidlin with his rings He's got a black gospel hairdo Haloed in the light Like he could walk on water If his shoes just weren't so tight And Magdalina the groupie Just OD'd on the bus But she seems kind of stupid So Hey what's all the fuss? But someone called the police Now they're out drivin her around Trying to cop up some feels Before they take her downtown And soundman Izzy Judas Squats way up in the booth Smokin ganja like some Buddha In his quest for the truth And all their is is highs Izzy's fingers on the board Got his 30 piece of silver Throws a kiss out to the Lord Ah standing in the spotlight Listening to the crowd Hits one lick on his guitar Holds it to the ground Tryin to k** every livin thing A hundred miles around Your Momma warned you about this Your Daddy bought a gun There is no turning back Cause the show must go on