I’m an outcast that no one can save anymore
And the days of my youth, have all long gone by now
I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to
Or a ride downtown to some god forsaken land
One sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul
But they held me down so long christ i almost drowned
Yeah i was the kind of boy who never learned to smile
So i kicked and i screamed
‘till i tore myself lose from all these great big hands oh yeah
Chorus:
Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind
My mommma, she turned around and said
"little boy you better wake up….cause your a walking dead"
Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink
She just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind
