The Weeks - Stigmata lyrics

Well, I met the man who took my mother He put holes inside her arms No, they were not marks of stigmata, lord Just a drug pumping empty heart Well, I met the man who took my father Put him in jail and locked him away Well, they say he forgot his children lord He might remember us again someday Well, I met the man who k**ed my grandmother He took her mind as the shotgun blew A year later my grandfather followed her He'd had enough and shot himself too Well, I met the man who took my good friend Oh, When he was only seventeen I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord It wasn't him staring back at me I blame the devil, what else could it be I blame Jesus he ain't answering me Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad I'm giving up on this life I had I blame the devil, what else could it be I blame Jesus he ain't answering me Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad I'm giving up on this life I had I met the man who raped my childhood Oh but we were never young it's true But when everyone around you keeps dying lord What the hell are we supposed to do Well, I met the man who took my sister In a new family she will stay And it's true that my mother's a sinner lord She let another family fade away I blame the devil, what else could it be I blame Jesus he ain't answering me Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad I'm giving up on this life I had I blame the devil, what else could it be I blame Jesus he ain't answering me Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad I'm giving up on this life I had I blame the devil