Between a rusty old cage
And a crown made of old
There's a paper mache
Cross painted gold
Up on the hill
Wild flowers still bloom
Red poppies like tears
Beneath a cold dead moon
Let it roll
There's one for the taking
Down by the riverside
She'll never be thinking
It was her lover's pride
There's one for the rolling
Down off of the ledge
Into the briars
To sleep with the dead
Let it roll
Hung up in sunrise
With a crown made of thorns
The windows are mirrored
Like the eyes of the lord
Between the high water
And a black-tooth nail
One night of whiskey
Is worth a lifetime in hell
Let it roll
Nothing for nothing
Your God's a pretender
There's no room in Heaven
Now or hereafter
There's nothing to dying
Except a ropes soft whisper
I did what I did
And I'll do it again
We weep and we moan
We weep and we moan
Give me a stack of your best bibles
I'll raise my right hand and
Let it roll
And a crown made of old
There's a paper mache
Cross painted gold
Up on the hill
Wild flowers still bloom
Red poppies like tears
Beneath a cold dead moon
Let it roll
There's one for the taking
Down by the riverside
She'll never be thinking
It was her lover's pride
There's one for the rolling
Down off of the ledge
Into the briars
To sleep with the dead
Let it roll
Hung up in sunrise
With a crown made of thorns
The windows are mirrored
Like the eyes of the lord
Between the high water
And a black-tooth nail
One night of whiskey
Is worth a lifetime in hell
Let it roll
Nothing for nothing
Your God's a pretender
There's no room in Heaven
Now or hereafter
There's nothing to dying
Except a ropes soft whisper
I did what I did
And I'll do it again
We weep and we moan
We weep and we moan
Give me a stack of your best bibles
I'll raise my right hand and
Let it roll