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23 May 2002 @ 02:05 pm
"If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm high,
They never find my bottles, though they ask..
(Yes they do)

Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For his head comes off you see,
He's hollow and I use him for a flask...

Oh! Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car,
Riding with me and half a dram,
Blessed by the blood of the lamb,
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar..."
My Life As A Military Wife & Motherbabyinga on May 23rd, 2002 02:40 pm (UTC)
Very interesting.....yeah that was the word I was looking for interesting. *S*