May your mouth be blessed for it is no worth
 It has the taste of new roses and the taste of old earth
 It has sucked on the dark juices
 Of flowers and rushes
 When it speaks one hearts as the unfaithfull sound of rushes
 And this cruel ruby bloodied and all coldness
 It's the last wound of jesus on the cross

 May your soul be blessed for it is corruption complete
 It's pride has mingled with the smells of mud
 And I've just crushed into that glorious mud
 On the paving stones or the street which is a path on the cross
 The last thought of jesus on the cross

 It's the last thought of jesus on the cross
 Looking to the eyes of sin and sin your real self
 The last thought of jesus on the cross