They tell me Jesus died For my transgressions And that He paid that price A long, long time ago When He gave His life for me On a hill called Calvary
On the banks of the river, where the willows hang down, Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound, Down in the hollow where the water runs
Too many times searching for mercy Without sincere remorse Look into these eyes forever holding doubt Under masks of false comfort you wear so proud And
The toothless kiss of skeletons And summer hail I'm the king of nails I drink my liquor from the palm Of a child who spoke in tongues And smelled like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Catch you later, baby, I've got to split I've got a habit I just can't quit Catch you later, baby, I gotta split I've
Now he was a man who worked with his hands Only in a motor, he found peace He could make an engine sing like a bird He could find his only kind of release
Dirty dirty fingernails Out of the shower onto the bathroom floor Into the kitchen underneath the casserole Dirty dirty fingernails...
I'm right here I'm here in the dark I know you can hear me but you can't see me I'm the shadow that you cast I'm your joy, it never lasts I'm the needle
look around here and feel this place for the very last time, the very last... time feel this flesh with your lonely flesh for the every last time, today
Broken hearts are not so bad Look at me, hey, I've been had A broken heart's what I have tonight Painted nails will rip your shirt Will make you scream
Can't you just drive me home tonight? My hands are shaking The lights from the oncoming cars will blind me When all I only want is to stare at my feet
Drag me by my ankles To the bottom of the ocean There I'll stay forever Until you come back from England The London bombs The London bombs The London
It was a day like today when my Jesus died Alone in a cross He was crucified But three days later He rose from the dead Went up to the heavens a place
Let me out, I'm a cloud I can't live here anymore Turn the sky inside out I can't live here anymore Fish for nails in a drought I can't live here anymore
("I know that without me God cannot live a moment; If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost" Angelus Silesius) I beseech you, God to whom many sinners
Hello you tiny cardboard box with matches inside. Hello you wooden match. Hello the light you provide. You keep me warm. you keep me safe. You know that
Out of town There's a girl living on a ranch Pigs and cows And her mom cooks ceramics to much She's for me Though we don't got much to say Throwin' bails
Is this part of the game you play? Do you try to make me feel this way? You try to sell me something That you don't believe For you it's easier this