Got a painting of a story
Done some years ago
About a man who had it all

But had to go
He seen more than he could hold
Lost his mind again,

Wife the holy !@^%

And all guns on this bound for glory

bombs and babies know
When they glow


Resurection of a harsh man
Painter in a home
Found their glasses on a cruse bricks of stone

If you see him let me know
All he wanted was to watch his children grow


And all guns on this bound for glory
Bombs and babies know
When they glow