I can live with god and with su-i-cide
the same thing holds if I close my eyes
it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead
a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head
Wo-a ho woa oa-hu-o
If a three-four cord can ignite a flame
and a girl like you can forget my name
then I'm that far gone in this crooked grave
with a pistol for my creature and a feather for my bed
Wo-a ho woa oa-hu-o x3
When I do go down in a rain of toil
with a hand in my satchel and my knees in the soil
I can live with god and with su-i-cide
a lover in her calico, a pony stands at her side
Wo-a ho woa oa-hu-o x5
I can live with god and with su-i-cide
the same thing holds if I close my eyes
it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead
a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head
Wo-a ho woa oa-hu-o