A poor man with a rich man's habit is a dead man
Like a gun is nothing 'til in someone's hand
A funeral is a party without a corpse
And a wedding is two strangers, then divorce

I need a smaller pen so I can write
'Cause 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 that ends with you.