you got a burden on your back and coals in your mouth
you got a burden on your back and coals in your mouth
when God puts his hand on you, you bruise and burn
when God puts his hand on you, you bruise and burn
you can smell the angels coming by where they've been
you can smell the saints a coming where their flesh has been singed
well i'd whittle and i'd pare you down
i'd whittle and i'd pare you down
to Eden's hardwood marrow in your bones
where the virus never lived and was never grown
you get to wrestling with Seraphim and a twisted walk
you get to wrestling with Seraphim and a twisted walk
cause no one gets to Paradise on their own two feet
no one gets to Paradise on their own two feet
don't wean yourself off morphine if it helps you sleep
don't wean yourself off heroin for me
cause i'd whittle and i'd pare you down
i'd whittle and i'd pare you down
to Eden's hardwood marrow in your bones
where the virus never lived and was never grown