River inside me 
Like mud it flows 
Eyes burning brightly 
The creaking of the door 
Was it the bastard cousin of Jesus? 
Does he sit at your right hand? 
Was it the jealous touch of the devil? 
Or was he God inside a man 
Every mother is a whore 
Every father is a war 
Hallelujah 
You take any port in a storm 
any road that gets you home 
Hallelujah
Holding on tightly 
Howling at the moon 
I know she heard you crying 
As he put a blister in your womb 
Did it hurt more letting him in 
Or giving birth to a sin?