Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auction
Abel got a telephone
And even the last of their blue-eyed babies know
That the burning man is the color of the end of day
And how every tongue that gets bit
Always has another word to say
Cain bought a blade from some witch at the window
Abel bought a bag of weed
And even the last of their brown-eyed babies see
That the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heart
There ain't a penthouse Christian wants the pain of the scab
But they all want the scar
How every mouth sings of what it's without
So we all sing of love
And how it ain't one dog who's good at fucking
And denying who he's thinking of
Cain heard a cat tumble limp off the rooftop
Abel heard his papa pray
That even the last of the black-eyed babies say
That every saint has a chair you can borrow
And a church to sell
And that the wind blows cold across the back
Of the master and the kitchen help
There's a big pile of innocent bones
Still holding up the garden wall
And it was always the broken hand
We learned to lean on after all
How God knows if Christ came back
He would find us in a poker game
After finding out the drinks were all free
But they won't let you out the door again
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
