I can live with god and with suicide
The same thing holds if i close my eyes
It's a truth so pure it can kill you dead

A taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head

If a three-four cord can ignite a flame

And a girl like you can forget my name
Then i'm that far gone in this crooked grave
With a pistol for my creature and a feather for my day


When i do go down in a rain of toil
With a hand in my satchel and my knees in the soil

I can live with god and with suicide
A lover in her calico, a pony stands at her side


I can live with god and with suicide
The same thing holds if i close my eyes
It's a truth so pure it can kill you dead

A taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head