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I woke up
Despite my head
To see the trail I blazed last night with the words I said
Still she laid there in the charred and smoking wake of fears I fed

Then she got up
To look around
Muttered words I'd never heard a human sound

Come on baby let me take your troubles away
Some mean old mama’s got your head all in a horrible way
Still for all your cryin’ and all your pain
You’re just the sweetest little woman that I’ve seen in my day
So come on pretty mama let me take your troubles away

I’ve heard you wake up cryin’ from the evils lyin’ under our bed
You say there’s no use tryin’ to protect you from the danger and dread

Lord I can’t feed the baby, mama’s sick and in bed
I’ve got a world full of worry running wild in my head
I spent all my money just to make ends meet
I’m begging Lord won’t you send me relief
There ain’t nobody in this world who’d bet a dime on anybody like me

So I went down to the river of insufferable sins
Lord I tried but the water wouldn’t let me come in

I’ve worked my fingers to the bone
not a pretty little penny have I got to show
I ain’t looking for much
just a little bit of rest by the side of the road

I lift my voice to the forces above
the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love
ain’t I been a good, hard working

Black blood red sky
And a belly all full of fire
Why I ask why
I don’t know, I grow so tired
Of the battle of wrong and right
That’s waged inside
Every time you speak your mind
We’re the same damn kind

When my heart and mind divide
In civil war
I remember all the lies
Both sides have told before
I decide not to decide
Forevermore

There's a creature in the casket

She's the dying heart of this ragged old town
AmE
She done dug her own grave in the rocky soil ground
AmDm
But now she know she ain't gonna lay down until the wolf has gone away
AmEAm
And the hunter come around no one knows what's come around
AmDm

The seventh hell inside us impales and divides us
And scatters our skin with the seed
Of our deeds devoured, on other worlds showered
As our demon celestials bleed

The seventh heaven's promise, the Gospel of Thomas
The Shahadat's secrets are saved
As the dead and the sleeping still fear a flesh reaping

Well Death came swagger-walkin’ out of the woods
Draggin’ three cryin’ ladies behind
Just three torn dresses and a big black hood
Rollin’ over to their home in the sky
They said, “Are we gonna die?”
We all gotta die
“What have we done?”
You ain’t done nothin’ wrong

There are fleeting fits of reason between the sleeping and the drinks
When a million different sensory experiences blink
And is there within the moment tearing darkness you can breathe
They have form without reflection or debris

There are bloody bouts of tenderness against the bounds of few
Fixing combat everlasting; vultures circled ever near
And now they're placing bets deciding who will be the first to feast