Jesus only told us
To hang up our sins.
So what did we do?
We hung up him.
Now we got hang-ups, a plenty
And sin in surplus,
And a rusty old nail
Lodged deep inside of each of us.
This old crown of thorns,
It keeps getting tighter.
Cnd this gold, shining sun,
It keeps getting brighter.
Cnd all of God's children
Are playing with guns.
There's a rusty old nail
Lodged deep inside of everyone.
But these nails
Will corrode on their own.
We must not forget
We're built of oceans and stone.
We cannot be broken
And we will not be owned.
The Devil may come on strong
But he'll be leaving alone.
These days pass like dreams
And there's none in between.
I sleep like a stone,
Wake up in a stream.
It's flow drags me over
All manners of pain,
Until I stumble home to my nail
And I drive it in again.
But these nails
Will corrode on their own.
We must not forget
We're built of oceans and stone.
We cannot be broken
And we will not be owned.
So, the Devil may come on strong but he'll be leaving alone.
He'll be leaving alone.
He'll be leaving alone.
So, the Devil may come on strong
But he'll be leaving alone.