Made a deal with the devil
Said he’d make me famous
He said he’d make me rich enough, to buy my way to heaven
Sirens in my head
Spiders on the ceiling
He was b-attered o-n the floor, left for dead
Danger on the TV
The sky fell on his head
I met her at a show
Her hand slipped through her hair
She listened to my story
She said I’ve heard all about you
And it seems she was sincere, but the conversation fled
He spoke through the prophets
Crucified for our salvation
He suffered and was buried
And on the th-ird day He rose born again
She held my hand
Wrinkles are for thinkin’
Old and weak I’ve become
This saint became a poet
But that poet wants to fly
So show me the kingdom
Where the angels come undone
As they marched into that rainbow river sky
Heal the wounded singer
Now he’s on his way
They were dancing to the music
In the shadow of the season
We tangoed through this sacrifice
We climbed the virgin hills
Walked straight up to the sunrise
And we never had a reason
We released the blood upon the peasant land
She held my hand
Disappear in glory
Disappear in violence
Disappear that deal I made return it to its silence
