Oh No, I Tried

Said that I'm afraid to die

With a pitchfork witty

And a man who sits up high

And I can hear the fire

I'm a dead dog sinner

And a man too scared to try

And you're too close to call

I would sell my martyr

For the chance to hear you talk

And oh no, I tried

And I tried

And oh no, I tried

And I tried

What if you could see my skin

Would you burn me moving

Would you make a match out of my head

What if you could touch my hand

Through the deep sweat sweating

For a guilty, guilty man

What if you could see my heart

Would you say "oh brother

You're the reason that we still don't fall

And the reason that we still don't starve"

And oh no, I tried

I tried

And oh no, I tried

I tried

And oh no, I tried

I tried

And oh no, I tried

I tried

And oh no, I tried

I tried

And oh no, I tried

I tried