A storm is brewing out on the coast Lord, you better step inside Get on your knees and pray to above Until it unwinds
She won't see me as an elegant man But am I trying to hide My real soul to the outside world That was always denied
Been ripped apart by the only sons Enough to know that I can cry Knee-deep in mud, Lord, after the flood Where's your sweet lullaby?
Well, been ripped apart by the only sons Enough to know that I can die Knee-deep in mud, Lord, after the flood Here's your sweet lullaby Yeah!
Well, something is wrong with me I can't see Something is wrong with me I can't breath Something is wrong with me I can't bleed Something is wrong, something is wrong...