Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auction,
Able got a telephone
And even the last of the blue eyed babies know
That the burning man is the caller of the end of day
And how every tongue that gets bit always has another word to say
Cain bought a blade from some witch at the window,
Able bought a bag of weed
And even the last of the brown eyed babies see
That the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heart
There ain't a pinthouse christian wants the pain of the scab but they all want the scar
How every mouth seems of words without so we all sing up love
And how it ain't one dog who's good a fucking and been lying who's he's been thinking of
Cain heard a cat tumble limp of the rooftop,
Able heard his papa pray
And even the last of the black eyed babies say
That every saint has a chair you can borrow and a church to sell
That the wind blows colder 'cross the back of a master in a kitchen hell(?)
There's a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wall
And it was always the broken hand we learn to lean on after all
How God knows that if Christ came back he would find us in a poker game
After finding that the drinks were all free but they won't let you out the door again
