Henry, tell your wife everything
Henry, put your bible under your hand/head
Henry, bite your lip if she says
"Do you love me? Do you love me?"
Henry, what's your chaplain to say?
When you're alley cat'n after the wake
And all the filthy johns can say
"Oh let's be bad, Henry… oh let's be bad, Henry"

Wife bedside, she's in heaven right now
A voice from the ground
Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbye
A voice from pine box
Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me

Wife bedside, she's in heaven right now
A voice from the ground
Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife bedside, the scarlet woman waits outside
Sweetheart's wicked spine
Is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines

Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god?
Did you crush her hand?
As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at her pain?
The girls you got inside? Tell me every time you tried
Tell me everything
Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me
Come to me
Come to me
Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me
Come to me
Come to me
Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me

...They built up two altars, ha, and, my friend, ha, I can see Elijah and, ha — Ah Lord! Ha — [?] tell them, ha — Ah Lord! Ha — "I want you to call, ha, upon your god, ha," and my friend...