Like A Stone

~ Ghost ~

The leather soles go shufflin’ in Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin Now who will toast our noble host Who has this mornin’ given up the ghost?

The wooden coffer hand to hand Kind words are offered silent prayers But she is satisfied the most While stabbing madly at the roast

The rib of adam the eyes of eve The sons of cain receive no reprieve The rib of adam the eyes of eve The sons of cain receive no reprieve

The creditor rides with his men The death of debtors he won’t forgive They repossess his silver eyes Now in the potter’s field he lies

The rib of adam the eyes of eve The sons of cain receive no reprieve The rib of adam the eyes of eve The sons of cain receive no reprieve

Waitin’ for a dead man’s shoes Have you heard the latest news? Lazarus is back from the dead Lookin’ as one would expect

Drippin’ with the waters of sheol Babblin’ about body and soul And then he found his wife in their bed Buck naked and already wed

The tax collector beneath his sheets The door swings open floorboards creak Now who will toast our noble host Who has this mornin’ given up the ghost?

The rib of adam the eyes of eve The sons of cain receive no reprieve The rib of adam the eyes of eve The sons of cain receive no reprieve

The rib of adam the eyes of eve The sons of cain will receive no reprieve The rib of adam the eyes of eve The sons of cain will receive will receive

Artist: Clutch Scenes from the movie The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford