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