I can live with god and with suicide the same thing holds if I close my eyes it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head
If a three-four chord can ignite a flame and a girl like you can forget my name then I'm that far gone in this crooked grave with a pistol for my creature and a feather for my day
When I do go down in a rain of toil with a hand in my satchel and my knees in the soil I can live with god and with suicide a lover in her calico, a pony stands at her side
I can live with god and with suicide the same thing holds if I close my eyes it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head
