Wild Son

She fed me pictures better than scriptures
She read to me scriptures better than pictures
She read to me scriptures, I got me a picture
And I dreamed away
I'm never gonna be an Onan
You never gonna be Tamar
I can feel the heat of your little dart
Begging me to stay

It's how I got saved
So don't be afraid
Of the wild son

Hey, I'm your pitcher, and you're my catcher
If you get butcher, then I'm a-gonna getcha
And I'm a-gonna betcha that I'll be bitcher
And get carried away
Here I am alone and
Waiting for another day
I can hear the beating of my sacred parts
It never goes away
It's how I got saved
So don't be afraid
Of the wild son