Origineel
[Verse 1]
There’s a cave in the valley with a spirit inside (A spirit inside)
And when you take a look his way all you see is red eyes (See is red eyes)
He never emerges just forever stares (Forever stares)
Into the souls of the passin’ through the prairie down there (The prairie down there)
[Chorus]
It’s not all picket fences
It’s not all smiles and waves
The preacher preaches on Sunday
But what happens on Saturdays?
Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot
The television makes you wanna drink
So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)
[Verse 2]
There’s a man at the dead-end, tryna kill me even more
He’s got my bodies toxic love sittin’ in the top of his dresser drawer
I have the mind to take these last dollars to my name
Run my truck into his house and some more
And then I take that poison and feed it to the river
The front man kills the sheep no more
[Chorus]
It’s not all picket fences
It’s not all smiles and waves
The preacher preaches on Sunday
But what happens on Saturdays?
Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot
The television makes you wanna drink
So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)
[Bridge]
Take me to jail, throw me in a cell
For burnin’ crack dealers houses all the way down
Take me to jail, throw me in a cell
For burnin’ crack dealers houses all the way down
[Chorus]
It’s not all picket fences (No, no)
It’s not all smiles and waves (No, no, no, no, no)
The preacher preaches on Sunday
But what happens on Saturdays? (Whoa)
Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot
The television makes you wanna drink (Ah yeah)
So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)
[Outro]
I said I thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink
My own alcoholic shrink (Uh)
Vertaling
[Vers 1]
There’s a cave in the valley with a spirit inside (Een geest binnenin)
And when you take a look his way all you see is red eyes (See is red eyes)
He never emerges just forever stares (Voor altijd staren)
In the souls of the passin’ through the prairie down there (De prairie daar beneden)
[refrein]
It’s not all picket fences
It’s not all smiles and waves
De prediker preekt op zondag
Maar wat gebeurt er op zaterdag?
Ja, Jezus dronk wijn, ik rook wiet
De televisie maakt dat je wilt drinken
So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)
[Verse 2]
There’s a man at the dead-end, tryna kill me even more
Hij heeft mijn lichamen giftige liefde zitten in de top van zijn dressoir lade
I have the mind to take these last dollars to my name
Met mijn truck in zijn huis te rijden en nog wat meer
En dan neem ik dat vergif en voer het aan de rivier
The front man kills the sheep no more
[Chorus]
It’s not all picket fences
It’s not all smiles and waves
De prediker preekt op zondag
But what happens on Saturdays?
Ja, Jezus dronk wijn, ik rook wiet
De televisie maakt dat je wilt drinken
So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)
Breng me naar de gevangenis.
Breng me naar de gevangenis, gooi me in een cel
Voor het platbranden van crack dealers huizen
Breng me naar de gevangenis, gooi me in een cel
For burnin’ crack dealers houses all the way down
[Chorus]
It’s not all picket fences (No, no)
It’s not all smiles and waves (No, no, no, no, no)
The preacher preaches on Sunday
But what happens on Saturdays? (Whoa)
Ja, Jezus dronk wijn, Ik rook wiet
The television makes you wanna drink
So thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)
[Outro]
I said I thank God for makin’ me my own alcoholic shrink
Mijn eigen alcoholische zielknijper