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Artist  : Terry Allen 
Song : Show



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 Standing in the spotlight

Listening to the crowd

Screaming for his insides

Wantin him to let it out

But can they handle what they want?

Can they handle what they get?

There's a creature coiled inside

Been wantin out 3 hundred thousand years

Hits one lick on his guitar

Holds it to the ground

Tryin to kill every livin thing

A hundred miles around

Your Momma warned you about this

Your Daddy bought a gun

But there is no turning back

Once the show has begun



And there's Jesus the promoter

Standing in the wings

Waiting on some cocaine

An twidlin with his rings

He's got a black gospel hairdo

Haloed in the light

Like he could walk on water

If his shoes just weren't so tight



And Magdalina the groupie

Just OD'd on the bus

But she seems kind of stupid

So Hey what's all the fuss?

But someone called the police

Now they're out drivin her around

Trying to cop up some feels

Before they take her downtown



And soundman Izzy Judas

Squats way up in the booth

Smokin ganja like some Buddha

In his quest for the truth

And all their is is highs

Izzy's fingers on the board

Got his 30 piece of silver

Throws a kiss out to the Lord



Ah standing in the spotlight

Listening to the crowd

Hits one lick on his guitar

Holds it to the ground

Tryin to kill every livin thing

A hundred miles around

Your Momma warned you about this

Your Daddy bought a gun

There is no turning back

Cause the show must go on