A poor man with a rich man?s habit is a dead man
Like a gun is nothing until in some ones hand
A funeral is party without a corpse
And a wedding is two strangers then divorce
A need a smaller pen so I can write
Because the devil has my idle hands within his sight
And I just want to say something true
It?s a lie that you love me too
A murder is a cold body without police
And a bird with no wings is a rat to me
If you?re able to go on another day
Consider yourself lucky, don?t change
A bible is just paper without the words
With two ends and no content in the middle verse
And no but I thank you for the guitar
I wouldn?t have made it this far
When I say that I am talking about the years
My two daughters and my right hand that wipes the tears
Not from god?s hand I let the sunlight shine through
All the darkness the ends with you