Lost Cause

Long after you're dead
They'll call you by your husband's name
And what was buried in faith
Will become a symbol of pride
When it should be our greatest shame

You buried him
You didn't need a man
The faithful slaves dug his grave, and everybody knows his name

Picture of a Lost Cause
Alone behind enemy lines
And if you only knew what fruit your tree of lies would bear
Would you keep it to yourself, or would you choose to share

You buried him
You didn't need a man
The faithful slaves dug his grave, but nobody knows your names

Some dude wrote a poem about it
He wasn't even there
Another dude painted a picture of it
He wasn't even there
Mary, oh Mary, you did what you had to do
And Catherine, oh Catherine, you did what you had to do

You buried him
You didn't need a man
The faithful slaves dug his grave, but nobody knows their names
You buried him
You didn't need a man
The faithful slaves dug his grave, but nobody knows your names
The faithful slaves dug his grave, and everybody knows his name