We used to go down to Aunt Peggie's house Played in the dirt by the single wide trailer It up the church when the spirit fell, praying in tongues of angels Marty's on the drink again, we reach out towards him from the sanctuary Some folks sing and shout and the room gets loud until it all sounds scary This coalescing Of holiness and horror, addiction, loss, and blessing Painkillers and magic Methamphetamines and spiritual madness I watch with the eyes of a child as it happens Through the lens of these memories Of whitе trash revelry Painkillers and magic Pеggie has a soft voice Singing from the porch while I play with the boys Though the fabric of memory She stands in front of me Gentle and sad and rejoicing Praise be the lord's savage sorcery This coalescing Of holiness and horror, addiction, loss, and blessing Painkillers and magic Methamphetamines and spiritual madness I watch with the eyes of a child as it happens Through the lens of these memories Of white trash revelry Painkillers and magic Hallelujah When I ached in the closet alone on my knees Hallelujah I would plead for God's mercy to wash over me Hallelujah I was a child and I heard nothing But I hear Peggie sing, "Hallelujah," ceaselessly