Wicker lyrics

(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes.
Don`t ask me why, it`s just the nature of my groove.
I larged down the boulevard, came under attack,
But I rocked them senseless, `cause honey it`s tight like that.
I hung a left down to Lemans` Avenue,
Stagger Lees everywhere, trying to bring me doom, oh no.
And that Old Scratch, he tried to purchase this soul,
That don`t confront me, `cause I`m never in the need of a payroll.
Heck, yeah.
Amen, do it all again.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
Spit shine and a three piece suit,
Good Lord I got to thank you `cause you do it like you do.
Hallelujah, all the people in the back.
Hallelujah, it`s tight like that.
Hallelujah, all the people up front.
Tight like that, rapture, rock.
And all you know-it-alls with politic views.
Ideals don`t situate themselves in His groove.
So if you want to know, you just got to ask.
But if you don`t lose that skin, you`ll never be tight like that.
Watch me work, yeah.
Amen, do it all again.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
Spit shine and a three piece suit,
Good Lord I got to thank you `cause you do it like you do.
Hallelujah, all the people in the back.
Hallelujah, it`s tight like that.
Hallelujah, all the people up front.
Tight like that, rapture, rock.
Don`t try to sell me your New Age guru troubles.
`Cause I`m already reeling doing that good time gospel shuffle.
And all your thumpings about some Armageddon,
Ain`t no big deal, `cause I already hang with Him.
Amen, do it all again.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
Spit shine and a three piece suit,
Good Lord I got to thank you `cause you do it like you do.
Hallelu