I found her gun lying beside the bedroom door
Her bible burnt and pages torn
Wine spilled out on the floor;
The holy men
That worship him
Traveled harsh and
Weathered land
Just to turn the
Other cheek
I found her dress stained with lord knows what
Her crosses bound in mud and dust
Burs caught on the filthy mutt;
Those lonely men
That worshipped him
Traveled harsh and
Righteous land
Just to tear them
From the weak
I found myself crying beside her grave
My crown has seen better days
Of this life, i am a slave...