Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auction

Abel got a telephone

And even the last of the blue-eyed babies know

That the burning man is the color of the end of day

And how every tongue that gets bit always has another word to say



Cain bought a blade from some witch at the window

Abel bought a bag of weed

And even the last of the brown-eyed babies see

That the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heart

There ain't a penthouse Christian wants the pain of the scab, but they all want the scar

How every mouth sings of what it's without so we all sing of love

And how it ain't one dog who's good at fucking and denying who he's thinking of



Cain heard a cat tumble limp off the rooftop

Abel heard his papa pray

And even the last of the black-eyed babies say

That every saint has a chair you can borrow and a church to sell

That the wind blows cold across the back of the master and the kitchen help

There's a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wall

And it was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after all

How God knows if Christ came back he would find us in a poker game

After finding out the drugs were all free but they won't let you out the door again