Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bill Callahan
Vocals
Matt Kinsey
Guitar
Jim White
Drums
Dustin Laurenzi
Tenor Saxophone
Pascal Kerong'A
Background Vocals
Nick Mazzarella
Alto Saxophone
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aarron Mendez
Recording Engineer
Nick Broste
Recording Engineer
Mark Nevers
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I know a man
Says he can't stand all the naked souls
Everyone, naked as they
So, he keeps himself locked away
Everywhere I look, it's all I see
You can't hide what's inside
Maybe he'll buy you another gun
Or maybe he'll become a policeman or kill one
You escaped what I escaped
You'd be stress-eating in a diner in Dallas, too
It's why I wear these shades, that say "f-you"
So, I can't see yours
And you can't see my naked souls
And out on the highway
He's slipping right behind you
Just like a gator into the glades
God destroy these naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
Come, let's blow a hole in his mandola
God destroy these naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked, naked, naked souls
Into his soul
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
God destroy these naked souls
God destroy these naked, naked, naked, naked souls
Writer(s): Bill Callahan
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