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Elena’s clean
And she’s never had a sip
Only the blood of the savior’s stained her lips
She appears to me
In a dead confetti sea
Singing country Karaoke
Through the mist of the coughing fog machine
Disco lights drift like flares
On the braided halo in her hair
Halo in her hair
Halo in her hair
When I was a kid
Some nights I’d shoot arrows in the sky
And stand still trusting God would not forsake me
Till one came down and took out my eye
Tonight, I’m gonna be just like that arrow
And take Elena by surprise.
Pierce deep and drain her of the blood of Christ
And replace it with a flood of mine
Guitars start plucking from speakers
Playing, “Lonesome, On’ry, and Mean.”
I grab the mic, looking for Elena
Doing my best Waylon routine
Then I find her with a stranger
His hand on the halo in her hair
Pray to me
Licking the sweat from her birth-marked neck as he pets that halo in her hair
Pray to me
The speakers start to hiss as he kisses that halo in her hair
I’m not a violent guy,
But I don’t keep this knife around for fun
Next thing I know, Elena was crying,
“Oh my God, what have you done?”
Falls to her knees in prayer
I tell her, “Pray to me, cause He ain’t there.”
Pray to me
Make my fingers like a gun, run ‘em on the halo in her hair
Pray to me
The stranger, slumped down in his chair, still stares at the halo in her hair
Pray to me
Don’t you be scared, Just want that halo in your hair