Well, I met the man who took my mother
He put holes inside her arms
No, they were not marks of stigmata, lord
Just a drug pumping empty heart
Well, I met the man who took my father
Put him in jail and locked him away
Well, they say he forgot his children lord
He might remember us again someday
Well, I met the man who killed my grandmother
He took her mind as the shotgun blew
A year later my grandfather followed her
He'd had enough and shot himself too
Well, I met the man who took my good friend
Oh, When he was only seventeen
I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord
It wasn't him staring back at me

I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad
I'm giving up on this life I had

I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad
I'm giving up on this life I had