The Bleeding Idahos - Turpentine Lyrics

Child of living
Watch 'em how they grow
I can't be forgiven
For the seeds that I've sown

Blessed is the shepherd
Who keeps the wolf from the lamb
If only I could apprehend
The good grace of God
And the words He sought
From a poor boy with blood on his hands

Over by the lonely trail are faces in the sand
I doused them all in kerosene and paid my last respects

Peter, dear brother
Won't you grant me reprieve?
I may be a sinner
But I sure ain't a thief
I'm asking you now, brother
Please heed the call
'Cause hell ain't the place I belong

Trust that I'll meet you
When the mud turns to gold