18 stanzas of heart burnin' goodness. I listen to this song as a digression of the human heart. At first, the narrator is still trying to hold onto something good (although unsuccessfully):
"They say prayer has the power to heal
So pray from the mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I am a-tryin' to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going well"
But the struggle is too much, and the heart is quickly darkened, readily admitting that it will commit evil, if given the chance:
Now I'm all worn down by weeping
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleeping
I'll just slaughter 'em where they lie
18 stanzas of heart burnin' goodness. I listen to this song as a digression of the human heart. At first, the narrator is still trying to hold onto something good (although unsuccessfully):
"They say prayer has the power to heal So pray from the mother In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell I am a-tryin' to love my neighbor and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well"
But the struggle is too much, and the heart is quickly darkened, readily admitting that it will commit evil, if given the chance:
Now I'm all worn down by weeping My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry If I catch my opponents ever sleeping I'll just slaughter 'em where they lie