From the recording All Saints
Lyrics
All Saints
Bless my soul,
I can not let go.
All Saints Behold.
Paralyzing Times,
We may not survive.
All Saints Behold.
Grace us with Hope.
I ain't got a single dollar to my name,
The rich are pissing on our heads and they're calling it rain.
And all the things that made our country great,
Have slowly but surely been taken away.
Leaving us with absolutely nothing,
At the end of the day. (At the end of the day.)
There is no one home,
Burned that bridge long ago.
All Saints Behold.
I can cry no more,
Devil's at my door.
All Saints Behold,
Grace us with Hope.

