Counting Crows - Wise Blood lyrics

I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore And the days of my youth, have all long gone by now I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to Or a ride downtown to some god forsaken land One sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul But they held me down so long christ i almost drowned Yeah i was the kind of boy who never learned to smile So i kicked and i screamed 'till i tore myself lose from all these great big hands oh yeah Chorus: Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind My mommma, she turned around and said "little boy you better wake up....cause your a walking dead" Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink She just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind