Letra da Música: The Greenback Ministers - You Me And Iowa

We're in a hundred-thousand homes, (hey there...)
this is a broadcast. this is a conquest. (up here...)
i'm here not because i want (we've been...)
to, but cause i have to, it is my calling, (waiting...)
calling you.

high time, holy roller
hot town hits the window, honestly,
his fourth flashing car, and proudly singing,
"J-E-S-U-S" I can't stress
the urgency accurately,
imagine texas now, imagine spirit
choking, talking like a hair clip
clasped too tight, god loves the way
her skin is pulled so taught
around her eyelids
meanwhile, this woman's caught in
bed with the man who's not promised
to her, by the man who is,
the minister says,

"read the word, live the word
and we'll be all together.
you hear the word, i speak the word,
and we'll be all together.
i'll take the word, twist the word,
and we'll be all together.
i'll use the word, rewrite the word
and we'll be all together."

in light of what's befalling
nothing is much better
than what is killing you, soundly.
it's got to be some
stranger, oh, impersoning*
stranger things we can't remember.
it's downright crazy!

*imperson -v.tr.- to impersonate with such fervor that one imbodies the qualities of the person or entity that is the object of impersonation.