The Mark of Cain
Here I sit half stoned again
Just my guitar and my pen
A confession of my remorse
What I done was never my first choice
'Cause of what I done back in that shed
The stain of my sin is crimson red
And I ain't never told one damn soul
'Cept for you, Lord, but you already know
Her blood is calling from the ground
And what is lost cannot be found
Her soul went on but mine remains
I'm set apart for I bear the mark
The mark of Cain
Well she was triflin', low down, and hard
Was it the devil dealt me these cards
They say don't question that which is divine
But I must know, Lord, what was on your mind
When you created cold women like these
That crush a man's soul and bring him to his knees
Lord, if creation ever comes undid
If you start me over, Lord, let me keep my rib
Her blood is calling from the ground
And what is lost cannot be found
I've brought a curse upon my name
I'm set apart for I bear the mark
The mark of Cain
No use in writing one more honest song
When all the right words get took for wrong
My soul is black now, my hands are red
Now that the one I vowed to love is dead
Her blood is calling from the ground
And what is lost cannot be found
I'll suffer the eternal flames
I'm set apart for I bear the mark
Her blood is calling from the ground
And what is lost cannot be found
Her soul went on but mine remains
I'm set apart for I bear the mark
The mark of Cain
Just my guitar and my pen
A confession of my remorse
What I done was never my first choice
'Cause of what I done back in that shed
The stain of my sin is crimson red
And I ain't never told one damn soul
'Cept for you, Lord, but you already know
Her blood is calling from the ground
And what is lost cannot be found
Her soul went on but mine remains
I'm set apart for I bear the mark
The mark of Cain
Well she was triflin', low down, and hard
Was it the devil dealt me these cards
They say don't question that which is divine
But I must know, Lord, what was on your mind
When you created cold women like these
That crush a man's soul and bring him to his knees
Lord, if creation ever comes undid
If you start me over, Lord, let me keep my rib
Her blood is calling from the ground
And what is lost cannot be found
I've brought a curse upon my name
I'm set apart for I bear the mark
The mark of Cain
No use in writing one more honest song
When all the right words get took for wrong
My soul is black now, my hands are red
Now that the one I vowed to love is dead
Her blood is calling from the ground
And what is lost cannot be found
I'll suffer the eternal flames
I'm set apart for I bear the mark
Her blood is calling from the ground
And what is lost cannot be found
Her soul went on but mine remains
I'm set apart for I bear the mark
The mark of Cain
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Writer(s): Lance Jones
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