Cut me up primitive I'll die like a slave
Riding on the wings of that Jesus snake

Ten thousand souls in your right hand
Never lost ground to no cold blooded man

Ten thousand souls in your right hand
Juggernaut child in a fragile land

Everything I see is just a part of it
Every word I breathe is just a part of it
I saw her drink from that cup of light
So I know she still exists

Cut me up primitive I'll die like a slave
Riding on the wings of that Jesus snake