Elena´s clean and she´s never had a sip
Only the blood of the savior´s stained her lips
She appears to me in a dead confetti sea
Singing country karaoke
Through the mist of the coughing fog machine

Disco lights drift like flares on the braided halo in her hair

Halo in her hair
Halo in her hair

When I was a kid, some nights, I´d shoot arrows in the sky
And stand still trusting God would not forsake me
´Till one came down and took out my eye
Tonight, I´m gonna be just like that arrow and take Elena by surprise
Pierce deep and drain her of the blood of Christ
And replace it with a flood of mine
Guitars start plucking from the speakers
Playing, “Lonesome, On´ry, and Mean.”
I grab the mic, looking for Elena, doing my best Waylon routine

Then I find her with a stranger, his hand on the halo in her hair

Pray to me
Licking the sweat from her birth-marked neck
As he pets that halo in her hair
The speakers start to hiss as he kisses that halo in her hair

I´m not a violent guy, but I don´t keep this knife around for fun
Next thing I know, Elena´s crying
“Oh my God, what have you done?”
Falls to her knees in prayer
I tell her, “Pray to me, cause He ain´t there.”

Pray to me

Make my fingers like a gun, run ‘em on the halo in her hair
The stranger, slumped down in his chair
Still stares at the halo in her hair
Don´t you be scared, just want that halo in your hair