Sea of Men

Muddy down the mountainside Aging wolf in rotting hide Glaring at the feral tide A human being borderline Carnal is a normal mode (that's that) Fucking all the men in droves (that's that) Son of God is never home When I come knocking on that door The awful volume The stink in the sea In soiled sails crusted over It hurts me when I breathe Howdy to all of the morning light And the hair that has solidified Carnal is a normal mode (that's that) Fucking all the men in droves (that's that) Son of God is never home So I stopped knocking, I never knock anymore The awful volume The stink in the sea In soiled sails crusted over It hurts when I breathe The awful volume The stink in the sea Love that circles drains and reason Hurts me when I breathe The awful volume The stink in the sea In soiled sails crusted over Hurts when I breathe The awful volume The stink in the sea In soiled sails crusted over And everybody's on their knees And everybody's on their knees And everybody's on their knees And everybody's on their knees And everybody's on their knees And everybody's on their knees And everybody's on their knees And everybody's on their knees