Lyrics Those Poor Bastards

Those Poor Bastards

This World Is Evil

Who will cast the first stone?

Who will send me back home?

Sin is eating up my bones

I'm walkin with the Devil

This world is so evil

lord, lord, lord

Down there in old Arkansas

They'll hang a man before his trial

Beat him down and string him up

Just to watch him suffer

I knew a man from 'round those parts

He had a kind of nervous heart

Some friends of mine tore him apart

I think he was my father

Well, well, wella

Satan is watching as you walk down the road

Satan is watching as you sleep

All I wants deliverance

Free me from this terrible mess

Lord, if you're hearin' this

Give my spirit shelter

Send some lightning from the clouds

Get me off this dead-end road

I will do just as I'm told

Burn me to a cinder

Take my soul up to the sky

Like a vulture I will fly

To this world I say goodbye

Hello, Holy Savior!