A poor man with a rich man's habit is a dead man Like a gun is nothing until in some ones hand A funeral is party without a corpse And a wedding is two strangers then divorce I need a smaller pen so I can write Because the devil has my idle hands within his sight And I just want to say something true It's a lie that you love me too A murder is a cold body without police And a bird with no wings is a rat to me If you're able to go on another day Consider yourself lucky, don't change A bible is just paper without the words With two ends and no content in the middle verse And no chorus but I thank you for the guitar I wouldn't have made it this far When I say that I am talking about the years My two daughters and my right hand that wipes the tears Not from God's hand I let the sunlight shine through All the darkness the ends with you
