No Easy Way

False hopes of the working folks Try to get a word with the holy ghost Eyes close and the spirit goes A parasite looking for another host Lost you to the things you found Blinded by the vision deafened by the sound Bloodlines getting copper wound Hunting superstitions by the British pound Oh what simple pattern Brings us from the sea Grassland to the cavern City to debris Oh what little matter We all wind up to be Let the river scatter What little's left of me Bleak nights into burning days Giving up your living in the ivory cage Legs shake when you try to pray Forgive the unforgiven in your special way Clip off what you can't afford Lighten all your burdens to the holy chord One more driven to The Lord Mama draw the curtain brother draw the sword Oh what simple pattern Brings us from the sea Grassland to the cavern City to debris Oh what little matter We all wind up to be Let the river scatter What little's left of me