Sell me, I'm a skeptical boy

And if you need help I'm not easily found

We met the man in the deep deep south

with the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth

"my breath was short better hit the ground runnin"

papers, read and weigh down the stands

It's cold here and waiting weighs on this man

still not full, I need a pass and a page

march stepped some steps and it spoke some

war tongues flickered about that dirty old church mouth

fill me up with money gold cause ain't

nobody ever need me

my salt was skin of maps made whole gotta

get out gotta sell this soul

I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me

stroll about through these forks and roads find

me in the pines in the sleet and cold

Shine on, in this brilliant paced pulse

all I need in this life is this love

"march stayed with the dirty old church mouth"

fill me up with money gold cause ain't

no body ever need me

my salt was skin of maps made whole gotta 

get out gotta sell this soul

We met the man in the deep deep south with

the shit teeth smile that

poured about the church's mouth

fill me up with money gold cause ain't 

nobody ever need me

then take me to the steeple let the 

preachers hands a bathe me

"march stayed with the dirty old church mouth"