I was born with a storm blowing down the track When I left you can bet that you did not want me ever to come back I rode so high oh, Lord, I rode until I fell That's where he found me drunk in the bottom of the well It's been some time oh, Lord, since things have been ok It's freezing cold in the sun and it burns in the shade I been round and round, fiending on these blocks Eyes to the sidewalk picking up the crumbs he drops
It's cold and deep but we have learned to trust We'll keep on following the trail you've left for us Oh, Lord, what I need to know Is this the place that I'll call home?
He sat and smiled and said that he could could help our hand Just save him space on our skin for his brand We listened hard to the prince of lies We signed on the dotted line, see ya on the other side
It's cold and deep but we have learned to trust We'll keep on following the trail you've left for us Oh, Lord, what I need to know Is this the place that I'll call home?
We'll pick up copper 'till it turns to gold We'll drive forever blind as he guides us down the road We'll sleep in the streets with debris 'till he gives us what we need It's all just proof that Satan wants us to succed Satan wants us to succed
When the dust settled down to the ground And we had a chance to look at the damage all around I could not think of a place for us to go I could not remember which direction was home