Lyrics
Fire and brimstone fell upon my ears
As their throats of open graves recited fear
Like the bullets of a gun they drove my tears
And my feet to run the hell out of here
See, I was born a restless, wayward child
I could here the whole world calling me outside
Of the masses I routinely sat behind
And Lord, I had to see with my own eyes
Take me home
I want to go
Down the road that will take me
To the living oak
And Lord, I know
That I'm a weathered stone
But I owe it to my brothers to carry them home
Take me home
I want to go
Down the road that will take me
To the living oak
And Lord, I know
That I'm a weathered stone
But I owe it to my brothers to carry them home
Take me home
I want to go
Down the road that will take me
To the living oak
And Lord, I know
It's a heavy load
But we'll carry our brothers
And we'll carry them home
And oh, there is no power on Earth, or below
That could ever break our hearts
Or shake our souls
And when you Lay Me Down you'll only bury bones
'Cause oh, my heart and soul are going home
