Pity my brother



For how he's suffered me

Pity my brother

Through nameless towns

For how he's suffered me

And cold prairie

Through nameless towns

For restless women

And cold prairie

At the end of the line

For restless women

Who tendered checks for

At the end of the line

A promise divine

Who tendered checks for

Cash as quick as 'vegas'

A promise divine

Like 'vegas' in a dream



I work this charismatic ruse

Cash as quick as "vegas"

For my brother's peace and being

Like "vegas" in a dream

Sittin' tight in moline

I work this charismatic ruse

The money on the bed

For my brother's peace and being

With every memory sharp to me

Sittin' tight in moline

And the fear of times ahead

The money on the bed



With every memory sharp to me

CHORUS

And the fear of times ahead

Maybe the good book



Came from the divine

(chorus)

Or maybe it was written

Maybe the good book

Just to keep us in line

Came from the divine

The mistakes of the sages

Or maybe it was written

Make the rules for the fools

Just to keep us in line

So father forgive me

The mistakes of the sages

For bendin' the rules...

Make the rules for the fools



So father forgive me

Well, mister he improved some

For bendin' the rules....

With the money I scammed



Some days his light shines as bright

Well, mister he improved some

As the light of the promised land

With the money i scammed

Death was often something

Some days his light shines as bright

We freely would discuss

As the light of the promised land

When he was ten and I was twelve

Death was often something

And the spectre would often brush

We freely would discuss

In and out of treatments

When he was ten and i was twelve

Since twenty months of age

And the spectre would often brush

At eighteen the insurance



No longer would maintain

In and out of treatments

And my old man in the kitchen

Since twenty months of age

His hands upon his face

At eighteen the insurance

Did weep to shake his very soul

No longer would maintain

In the darkness of this place

And my old man in the kitchen



His hands upon his face

CHORUS

Did weep to shake his very soul



In the darkness of this place

Hold me Saint Christopher



Over every county line

(chorus)

Overlook my blasphemy



For the sake of buying time

Hold me saint christopher

Grant him days of laughter

Over every county line

Bestow me clemency

Overlook my blasphemy

He sleeps soft in the back seat

For the sake of buying time

His freedom from ordeal

Grant him days of laughter

To every ruddy youngster

Bestow me clemency

Off free in summer's fields

He sleeps soft in the back seat

And every young lass poised to claim

His freedom from ordeal

Her share of what love yields



To all the grieving angels

To every ruddy youngster

And the litany of saints

Off free in summer's fields

I am my brother's keeper

And every young lass poised to claim

To what end decides the fates

Her share of what love yields



To all the grieving angels

CHORUS

And the litany of saints

I am my brother's keeper

To what end decides the fates



(chorus)


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