Crucifixion Cruise

Hallelujah came to in the confession booth

Infested with infections and smiling on an abscessed tooth

Running out on residue and crashing through the vestibule

The crucifixion cruise, she climbed the cross and found she liked the view

And sat reflecting on the resurrection and dreaming about an old connection

And talking loud over lousy connections, she put her mouth around a difficult question

She said Lord, what do you recommend to a real sweet girl who's made some not-sweet friends?

Lord, what do you prescribe to a real soft girl who's having real hard times?