There’s a devil in your bedroom,
There’s a demon in your barn,
A pale and bruised St. Francis
Tattooed on your arm,
A religious disposition,
A mind that’s breaking up,
You love your cup of darkness,
It’s always bottom up.
There’s no savior big enough,
To hold you in his arms,
There’s no savior big enough,
To quiet your alarms.
Your hymns are exquisite,
They are priceless gems,
For Jesus is your lover,
And you only sing for him,
For Jesus had to suffer,
He prayed upon a stone,
But just like all your lovers,
Jesus left you all alone.
There’s no savior big enough,
To hold you in his arms,
There’s no savior big enough,
To quiet your alarms.
You fell off of a dream ship,
You sank beneath the waves,
A great whale came and swallowed you,
His belly was your grave.
You slept upon a bed of bones,
In the deepest dark,
While beating all around you,
The pulsing of a heart.
There’s no savior big enough,
To hold you in his arms,
There’s no savior big enough,
To quiet your alarms.

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