- cifra
I killed many men
With the greatest of ease
Forgive me, forgive me
I'm down on my knees
I don't believe that
There's a Heaven to go
But I must get this evil
Out of my bones and my soul
Wash the blood from my hands
But my mind can't get clean
I must flush away
What I've done, what I've seen
Well I'll hide when I will
My lament it just grow
My wife and my children
They don't have to know
The fire and the fever
I forever fight
I must resist to dance
In the devil's delight
Now all I need
Is a damn way to cope
There's no soap
No hope, no antidote
Let the truth wash over me
There's only one way to be free
All I really ever need
Jolene
