How You've Been

Well, come gather round children it’s time that you heard
What the devil is after & how you’re concerned.
How it’s hard for the living, on the edge of a knife
& you take your shot but you wont be swinging twice.
Well it’s hell or high water
& we ain’t got none.
In one hand’s a bottle & the other there is none.
& it’s hard for the living, so you put out both your eyes.
But it’s two for the boatman & you will not pass him by.
Well it’s not what you’re saying,
It’s not what you’ve said
It’s how you’ve been living, not alive & not quite dead.
Yeah, it’s hard for the living, at least it is for most
But it’s for fear of judgment you cry «father, son, & holy ghost»