testament

Come and throw your stones at me,

And try to break my pride and bones,

Turn your doubtful gaze away.

Fly your buzzards overhead, 

And lay my body down for dead, 

Cause you can’t make my spirit fade.

Cause my heart’s on fire,

But my soul is tired,

And my hope is hanging by a wire.

Am I unforgiven?

Is this place forsaken?

Just help me find that guardian angel.

Make your anger red with threats,

Wage your wars and wage your death, 

Claim your conscience on the seeds that you sow.

Hold me close but keep me far, 

Like a penny in your money jar,

Saving up for that rainy day.

Cause my heart’s on fire,

But my soul is tired,

And my hope is hanging by a wire.

Am I unforgiven?

Is this place forsaken?

Just help me find that guardian angel.

Come and throw your stones at me,

And try to break my pride and bones,

Turn your doubtful gaze away.

Fly your buzzards overhead, 

And lay my body down for dead, 

Cause you can’t make my spirit fade.