How You've Been

Well, come gather round children it's time that you heard

What the devil is after & how you're concerned.

How it's hard for the living, on the edge of a knife

& you take your shot but you wont be swinging twice.

  

Well it's hell or high water

& we ain't got none.

In one hand's a bottle & the other there is none.

& it's hard for the living, so you put out both your eyes.

But it's two for the boatman & you will not pass him by.

  

Well it's not what you're saying,

It's not what you've said

It's how you've been living, not alive & not quite dead.

Yeah, it's hard for the living, at least it is for most

But it's for fear of judgment you cry "father, son, & holy ghost"