How a Resurrection Really Feels

Her parents named her

Hallelujah, the kids all called her

HollyAnd if she scared you then she's sorry, she's been stranded at these parties

These parties they start lovely

But they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody

The priest just kinda laughed, the deacon caught a draft

She crashed into the

Easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass

She was limping left on broken heels

When she said, "Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?"

Holly was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that

And she's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back

St. Louis had enslaved me,

I guess Santa

Ana saved me,

St. Peter had me on the queue, the

St. Paul saints they waved me through

I was all wrapped up in some video booth when

I heard her say "I love you too"

She said I've laid beneath my lovers but

I've never gotten laid

Some nights she felt protected, some nights she felt afraid

She spent half last winter just trying to get paid

From some guy she originally thought to be her savior

They wrote her name in magic marks on stop signs and subway cars

They got a mural up on

East 13th that said "Hallelujah, rest in peace"

Hallelujah was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that

She's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back

Walk on back, walk on back

She said don't turn me on again

I'd probably just go and get myself all gone again

Don't turn me on again

I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again

So don't turn me on again

I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again

Hallelujah was a ***y mess, she looked strung out but experienced

So we all got kind of curious

Walk on back...