Lay Me Down

Fire and brimstone fell upon my ears

As their throats of open graves recited fear

Like the bullets of a gun they drove my tears

And my feet to run the hell out of hereSee, I was born a restless, wayward child

I could hear the whole world calling me outside

Of the masses I routinely sat behind

And Lord, I had to see with my own eyesTake me home

I want to go

Down the road that will take me

To the living oak

And Lord, I know

That I'm a weathered stone

But I owe it to my brothers

To carry them homeTake me home

I want to go

Down the road that will take me

To the living oak

And Lord, I know

It's a heavy load

But we'll carry our brothers

Oh, we'll carry them home

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