Chariot, Swinging Lower

I spat in your hair
You fucked with my tie
I gave you a stare
And received my black eye
The bride's side gasped
The groom's was passed out
You tried to laugh
But I covered your mouth
And the chariot rose up in a heavenly flare
I just looked a second, I had learned not to stare
When the angels blew their trumpets
I heard it all to well
I cursed about the seraphim
Really starting to yell
How dare God to bring down heaven
When I requested hell
The chaplain was pretty speechless
I could already tell
The crows broke free
And quickly flew away
Why did there have to be
Crows here anyway
My cousin started toasting
He never meant to trip
I said there was no ring
You let your anger slip
I thought about passages I was supposed to remember
Jesus came to Israel in the month of December
But who held up God's clouds
In the month of September
To bring fresh life as manna
Upon these pitiful sinners
If I prayed just once before this
I can't seem to remember
All that shit that's spoke upwards
Comes back returned to the sender
I held matted hair
As you wretched hatred
You looked pretty fair
Eyes came up blood red
I grabbed your hips
Like mountain law tablets
To breathe in a kiss
We hadn't had yet
The chaplain spoke up once for the space of a declaration
Collapsing the whole house in a ravaged celebration
But still who is the potter
Did he bring us a card
Where were all the Lord's angels
Gone back to the stars
I rubbed quick at my eyeballs
I was transfiguration scarred
I think all those drugs in your Bible
Hit us a little too hard