Throwing Muses - Cowbirds lyrics

Pack the truck under the moon Jesus Christ, my lips are red You ask a lot of the moon When you ask me to forget I never asked you to pay my rent Jesus Christ, my lips are red God, you turn me on my head You're gonna haul me back again I heard cowbirds call us home I heard cowbirds call us home Fry your ground, take it Lie around naked I think God dripped you out of a sunbeam Only God dragged you out a tree with me I pulled you out of a snow bank I think you grew me out of the dirt I heard you pulled me out of a church To worship you Worship you I wanna ride inside I wanna ride inside I hold both of your fingers tighter You hold all of my hand, man I can see right through you I can see right through you I double-back and lose for this I miss you I miss you I heard cowbirds call us home He don't seem so keen He don't seem so keen to me He don't seem so keen He don't seem that keen on me I never asked him to pay my rent Jesus Christ, that rose is red I'm turning it on it's head Just like he does to me You s** me dry I'll never die You s** me dry I'll never die You s** me dry I'll never die Me and your rose Are gonna haul you back again