River inside me

Like mud it flows

Eyes burning brightly

The creaking of the door

Was it the bastard cousin of Jesus?

Does he sit at your right hand?

Was it the jealous touch of the devil?

Or was he God inside a man

Every mother is a whore

Every father is a war

Hallelujah

You take any port in a storm

Any road that gets you home

Hallelujah

Holding on tightly

Howling at the moon

I know she heard you crying

As he put a blister in your womb

Did it hurt more letting him in

Or giving birth to a sin?