I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore

And the days of my youth, have all long gone by now

I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to

Or a ride downtown to some god forsaken land



One sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul

But they held me down so long christ i almost drowned

Yeah i was the kind of boy who never learned to smile

So i kicked and i screamed

'till i tore myself lose from all these great big hands oh yeah



Chorus:

Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows

Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind



My mommma, she turned around and said

"little boy you better wake up....cause your a walking dead"

Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink

She just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind