Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My heart’s a spit bucket under the bed
Full of rat teeth, lies, and things I shoulda said
I sleep on a mattress that hums and moans
And a snake in the wall prays in broken tones

Mama bled hymns through her nicotine cough
Papa played God, but he always lost
The preacher came knockin’ with a smile like lead
Left with a bible and a squirrel trap head

[Chorus]
This is gutter gospel, low and loud
We don’t kneel—we scratch and growl
Ain’t no heaven where this road bends
Just rusted knives and ghost ex-friends

Praise the ticks, the rust, the grime
Praise the hour with no damn time
We ain’t washed in holy rain
We soak in diesel, spit, and pain

[Verse 2]
We sing in keys the crows forgot
Drums made of hubcaps, grief, and rot
My uncle’s veins look like copper wire
He hums when it rains and sets shit on fire

We got a choir of wasps in a Folgers tin
And a jukebox that screams when you plug it in
The sheriff don’t come past the blistering trees
'Cause the dirt here whispers and don’t say please

[Bridge]
If the devil comes callin’, he better bring boots
'Cause the mud’ll eat him down to his roots
Ain’t scared of hell, we lease that land
Grew up on sin with a calloused hand

[Chorus]
This is gutter gospel, low and loud
We don’t kneel—we scratch and growl
Ain’t no heaven where this road bends
Just rusted knives and ghost ex-friends

Praise the ticks, the rust, the grime
Praise the hour with no damn time
We ain’t washed in holy rain
We soak in diesel, spit, and pain

[Outro]
So pass me the jug and light that fuse
We’re the broken choir with nothing to lose
And when the sky comes crashin’ like old tin
We’ll stomp through the wreck like we’re born again