The streets are just blankets and we sleep on their silky corpse
Covered up by them, why would we ever want to wake up
Oh, no
Well, of course, of course, of course, of course
Of course we just do not know
What in hell are we here for
We just do not know
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
The end is like cotton that we wear wherever we go
Covered up by this, why would we ever want to try on your clothes
Well of course, of course, of course, of course
Of course we just do not know
Well, Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down
Let down your guard
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your only son
Of course we know