the devil's children
cryin' cryin' i know it's lame to be sad
but i'm cryin'

the spirits leading them
into
the hole they dug up

he should be aware
those among whom he dwells
they don't know their up from their down

like before we go
all we said, all we talked
all the strange shit that we've seen
all we rushed all we walked
all the darlings that we've been
all those crank lines that we cut