Memphis

[Verse 1]
Twenty naked women painted on the ceiling
Even inclement weather has style in this town
Mirroring my feelings, this ornate oracle
Elements of stories
Evidence of miracles
On the table by the door

[Verse 2]
Who am I gonna pray to, what trickster of a god
As I lift mine eyes unto the hills and try and lift the logic
From androgynistic lust not noticing the rust
Trusting in the miracle
Or try to manifest a miracle
Oh, with a sparerib in my hand

[Verse 3]
One more naked woman painted in a corner
Soft skin of Memphis moonlight, cryptic letters on the door
Grateful to what deity has given me my voice
And left me speechless
Turned a salty pillar
By a burning bush

[Verse 4]
Who am I gonna pray to, what trickster of a god?
As I lift mine eyes unto the hills and try and lift disguises
From androgynistic lust trying not to notice
You did not stay 'til morning
To manifest a miracle
Ribs and burning bush
Soft skin of Memphis moonlight
Painted on the ceiling and the table by the door