Did you look in the mirror?
Did you see what had become?
Is the end getting clearer?
Like the scalp and the bone?

Honey I'd make a killing
Beating what's already dead
Honey I'd make a million
On the price out on your head

I'll wear the scowl
You wear the hand

Carbon father left us lie
In the fields high and dry
Wear it well, your love denied
In the ocean stripped and tied

Sing when you're winning
From a point blank open goal
And the rung necks be spinning
When they smoke you out your hole

Is God really winning?
Innocent and standing by
There's a face needs a-filing
'Til it can't be recognised