River inside me 

Like mud it flows 

Eyes burning brightly 

The creaking of the door 

Was it the bastard cousin of Jesus? 

Does he sit at your right hand? 

Was it the jealous touch of the devil? 

Or was he God inside a man 

Every mother is a whore 

Every father is a war 

Hallelujah 

You take any port in a storm 

any road that gets you home 

Hallelujah

Holding on tightly 

Howling at the moon 

I know she heard you crying 

As he put a blister in your womb 

Did it hurt more letting him in 

Or giving birth to a sin?