Oh, this sacrament, our lovers vows
You wear them like a holy shroud
And I can't get a word in
And I sit here, leering at you
I'm seeing things through a young mother's eyes
As a poison sunrise is hanging in the sky
And I recognize this road
As the town where you was born
My hands are raw
My hands are raw
From digging my own grave
Now its morning in the cow town
Old man winter lets his hair down
And they're burning all in the dark
Feels better when there's blood
And the corner of the blue sky
The slumlord hauls his guts out
Said, "I did it all for love."
We did it all for love
And my hands are raw
My hands are raw
From digging my own grave
All your sacrament, my lover's vows
I f**ed 'em up, forget me now
They're squirmin' and I'm hearing
Watch the good life disappearing
I'm left dreaming in the treetops
With photo albums and the hair locks
Your hypnotizing breathing
I'll surrender peacefully
And my hands are raw
My hands are raw
From digging my own grave