God & Suicide

I can live with god and with suicide

The same thing holds if I close my eyes

It's a truth so pure it can kill you dead

A taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head

If a three-four cord can ignite a flame

And a girl like you can forget my name

Then I'm that far gone in this crooked grave

With a pistol for my creature and a feather for my day

When I do go down in a rain of toil

With a hand in my satchel and my knees in the soil

I can live with god and with suicide

A lover in her calico, a pony stands at her side

I can live with god and with suicide

The same thing holds if I close my eyes

It's a truth so pure it can kill you dead

A taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head