Cosy Sheridan: acoustic guitar & vocal

John Pierce: bass

Ricardo Monzon: percussion

Rick Harris: banjo





i have an uncle, he's a dirty old man. i grew up with a bad cliche

i have learned to find other things to do on family holidays

i have tried to love the sinner and only hate the sin

but whoever wrote that never got caught in a dark corner with him

i keep a baseball bat under my bed and i always leave on a light

the same time each year i get up and check the locks

sometimes three times at night

and if God helps those who help themselves

where was God in my formative years

Why give me a voice to call out with and then deafen so many ears?

i have tried to forget his breath,

i have tried to forget his hands

the mechanics don't confuse me like they used to

but I still don't understand

the 9-year-old she was frightened

the 12-year-old learned not to care

stick a sharp thin knife long into her heart

she could not even feel it was there

and there's a patch of skin between my shoulder blades

that's still just a little bit numb

it seems to be there to remind me

of the destruction i have undone

i try to love the sinner but it's more than the sin will allow

i've looked a long time into the dark,

hoping the truth would show me how