When I'm dragged through the mud for the last time
Then I know I'll be washed in the blood
Way down at the bottom of a slippery slope when I start my decline
Fast waters flow I'll be lost in the flood
I hear angels behind my shoulder telling me to have no fear
I hear voices of a/the long-dead whisper in my ear
Telling me everything I want to hear
When I'm dragged through the mud for the last time
Then I know I'll be washed in the blood
Way down at the bottom of a slippery slope when I start my decline
Fast waters flow I'll be lost in the flood
Down by the river wher I often stray
I heard a little voice calling, and I was so afraid
Down on my knees, where I often stay
You go down three times, you better come up saved(sane)