Famine
the wind was howling when I opened my eyes
swinging my fists I was looking for a fight
I was afraid of a dark and heavy voice
telling me to get off of my face and rejoice
but I've been out in the wilderness again
I heard that a man must die if he wants to live
oh holy Father
I come to you a weary sinner
won't you relieve me
of all these wonderful things
I know something that the devil can't do
he cannot stop a man who's got nothing to lose
I will run until my lungs collapse
until my heart gives or I break my back
and in the valley of the shadow of death
I'll thirst for no water that the earth can give
oh holy Father
I come to you a weary sinner
won't you relieve me
of all these wonderful things
it's over and I'm so tired
it kills me to lose
it's over and I'm so damn tired
it kills me to lose
free your mind from the affairs of heaven they say
put the shovel in the dirt and make your own way
but nothing is for certain in the cold cold west
but a thirst for the riches and the swiftest death
and I'm no Solomon but I can see
where all of this vanity is taking me
oh holy Father
I come to you a weary sinner
won't you relieve me
of everything I love
I will praise you til the end and I will brace myself for famine
swinging my fists I was looking for a fight
I was afraid of a dark and heavy voice
telling me to get off of my face and rejoice
but I've been out in the wilderness again
I heard that a man must die if he wants to live
oh holy Father
I come to you a weary sinner
won't you relieve me
of all these wonderful things
I know something that the devil can't do
he cannot stop a man who's got nothing to lose
I will run until my lungs collapse
until my heart gives or I break my back
and in the valley of the shadow of death
I'll thirst for no water that the earth can give
oh holy Father
I come to you a weary sinner
won't you relieve me
of all these wonderful things
it's over and I'm so tired
it kills me to lose
it's over and I'm so damn tired
it kills me to lose
free your mind from the affairs of heaven they say
put the shovel in the dirt and make your own way
but nothing is for certain in the cold cold west
but a thirst for the riches and the swiftest death
and I'm no Solomon but I can see
where all of this vanity is taking me
oh holy Father
I come to you a weary sinner
won't you relieve me
of everything I love
I will praise you til the end and I will brace myself for famine
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Writer(s): Daniel E Pimentel
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