Don't alter my altar, don't desecrate my shrine
My church is the water and my home is underneath the shady pines
Don't underestimate the spine in a poor man's back
when it's against the wall and his future's black
One man's story is another man's shame
I ain't bound for glory, I'm bound for flames
Take to the woods boy, and cover up your tracks
Sad is the lullaby from a mother's heart and soul
when she knows her child has strayed from the fold
The parish will perish by death's cruel hand
and finish the job that fate began
And all that static in the attic, that's just an old drunk ghost
His chains are rattlin' but his end is close
Ain't no hell below, ain't no heaven above
I came for the drinks but I stayed for the love
One man's story is another man's shame
I ain't bound for glory, I'm bound for flames
Take to the woods boy, and cover up your tracks
Don't alter my altar, don't desecrate my shrine
My church is the water and my home is underneath the shady pines
Don't underestimate the spine in a poor man's back
when it's against the wall and his future's black
One man's story is another man's shame
I ain't bound for glory, I'm bound for flames
Take to the woods boy, and cover up your tracks
Take to the woods boy, and cover up your tracks