Nine Souls

9 souls 9 souls 9 Souls in church Were killed today By a man For whom they prayed The killer denied Down deep inside That his blood Was the same shade 9 souls 9 souls I fill the dreams From my wish stars With the money from my tip jar All the money in the world Don’t do no good When we push one another to the graveyard I feel my soul a fallin’ To the comfort of the cold, cold ground But Lord I hear you calling me Play that fiddle down underground. 9 souls 9 souls