Frogs

Ushering in the week, he knelt down
Crushed his brother's head in with a bone
It's my great privilege
Oh babe, to walk you home

In the Sunday rain
Hop inside my coat
In the Sunday rain
The frogs are jumping in the gutters

Oh, leaping to God, amazed of love
And amazed of pain
Amazed to be back in the water again
In the Sunday rain
In the Sunday rain
Gets you right down to your soul

Oh Lord, oh Lord
The children in the heavens
Jumping for joy, jumping for love
And opening the sky above
So, take that gun out of your hand
'Cause all will be well, say the bells
It's Sunday morning and I'm holding your hand

Amazed of love and amazed of pain
Amazed to be back in the water
Back in the water again
Take that gun out of your hand
In the Sunday rain
Frog-marching you home, babe
Home to bed, yeah, in the Sunday rain

Take that gun out of your hand
Lord, kill me in the Sunday rain
Kill me! Kill me in the Sunday rain

Hop inside my coat
Sunday morning and I'm holding your hand
Frog-marching us home to a bed made of tears
Kris Kristofferson walks by kicking a can
In a shirt he hasn't washed for years
Hop inside my coat, hop inside my coat