pharaoh
my pharaoh
my bonnie is dead
she's in my camaro with a tear in her dress
last night at the drive-in
she kicked off her heels
and said boy let me know if the devil is real
bonnie the birthmark at the base of your ass
is shaped like the gallows and the shadows they cast
pharaoh
that shadow is shaped like a cross
swing bonnie
swing
'til you swing us across
queens bridge
queens bridge
rusty queens burrough
you'd be our passage to the wide open world
and we've come on driving with a song in our throats
howling our way into the greatest of shows
pharaoh
my pharaoh
the devil is real
he's in my camaro with his teeth on the wheel
and mile on mile
field after field
skyline and silo and the devil is real