The Prophet Told Me

The prophet told me
That you would be lonely
For you were born
On the drifter’s dawn
Under a red moon
To the bluebird’s sad tune
And as the sun it rose
Well the wind turned cold
But oh, the silence when they found you there
Hell amongst your head
Right or wrong, son, I’ll be there
In the hell amongst your head
Oh Jesus, help me
From the wise and wealthy
I’m just skin and bone
And they’re both growing old
Inside a red room
The sin, it found its true bloom
And as the sun, it rose
We did the things untold
But oh the silence, when they found you there
Hell amongst your head
Right or wrong son, I’ll be there
In the hell amongst your head
So strip out all those faceless truths just
Give me something I can use
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