Got a painting of a story Done some years ago About a man who had it all But had to go He seen more than he could hold Lost his mind again, Wife the holy whore
And all guns on this bound for glory bombs and babies know When they glow
Resurection of a harsh man Painter in a home Found their glasses on a cruse bricks of stone If you see him let me know All he wanted was to watch his children grow
And all guns on this bound for glory Bombs and babies know When they glow
