five bodies on the ground

bent over at your feet

your shaking breath the only sound and harmony

 

nine bodies on the ground

your jacket frayed and drowning in the blood of righteousness

may god you reward you now

 

and when sabbath comes you’ll sit and bathe in rosy reds and blues

as they shine their light of glory on the rows of blood stained pews

but in your bones a black and fiery rage is boiling through, it’ll come

 

your tintype high upon the wall

my hands all red in alcohol

as you pray for her health

you beg he keeps her well

yeah you’d give it all

you tell the angels up above

hear my lowly cryin’ after all