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At the end of the road he calls everyone home |
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And the fire will consume us |
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Striking through to the bone |
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At the end of the road you will soon hear him call |
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As the congregations crumble and the chapels will fall |
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And the taste on your tongue |
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Well it comes yeah it comes |
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With the bittersweet pang of remorse and pain |
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Till the judgment is made |
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The prosecution's won |
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The gavel has won and justice is done |
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The courtroom clears and |
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I'm left alone on the bench |
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My wife and children gone along with my defense |
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The bailiff leads me back to my cell |
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Like the riverman ferrying me to hell |
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I can't blame them, no |
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To hate me for what |
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I've done |
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I hear them whispering in the hall |
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You live and die by the gun |
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All I can do is sit here and pray |
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I'll be forgiven on judgment day |
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Tell my wife in our yard buried underneath the pine |
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Theres a shoebox full of money of which |
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I never earned a dime |
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Use it to start over the way things should have been |
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Live honest, and love again |
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Tell my wife, tell my kids |
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I never meant for this to happen |
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When they flip the switch please do not stay |
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I couldn't bear for you to remember me this way |
