Bring Me The Head (Of A Backstreet Boy)
R. Jay Souza
They picked your name
From the same tree as before
Where they hanged themselves together
As part of the corps
I have a crush
On brand name athletic shoes
Hands like hook and sinker
I was amused
Bring me the head
Of a backtreet boy
Or something instead
In this season of the witch.
Keeping one hand loose
Jesus loves you anyway
You knew this job was dangerous
From the first day.
I need you girl
I love to want you girl
I need to love to want you in my world
Bring me the head...
It's so sad when folks don't get their own jokes