Sweet Lord In Heaven

Oh I have felt

Cobain's sarcoma

Growing on

This will of mine

To drag me down

Into the water

The joy I feel

Before I drown

And the Lord's hand moves on the scheme of my nerves

In the chemicals swimming and the substance of the earth

His love so great but the soul singers spurn him

To sing their love to some unknown reckless girl

They sing to great

Queen Heroina

The comfort that

She warms them with

Their music swells

With all their yearning

They are ashamed

To sing for him

Who has built these shells that our spirits knock inside

And weep for their release in the onrush of the tide

Of the lord's great seas that will boil when he returns

To pluck us off the face of this sad and dirty world

I saw Sam Cooke

And Ian Curtis

At the door

Of his golden realm

They sang his name

Sweet Lord in heaven

And then the lord

He let them in