A Sunday filled with purity
A heathen child sits amongst the young
They preach him and they teach him
But so soon you know he can't tell right from wrong
Confused and then contorted
Bribed and then extorted for some wings
An ornery grin, a thickened skin
A golden mind beneath a baseball cap
A champion, a hand to lend, a firing pin
A dead kid in the end
Damn the oxycontin
And damn the man that gave 'em to my friend
He fell for a smile
Drank the poison that she called the wine
Gravity subsided, two souls undivided in the night
Soon the high expired
They're strangers and they're liars
And it's done
He's young and undetermined
Searching for his youth inside a song
Well the consequence of innocence
Is that you won't be innocent for long
Will the tide be turning?
Will the moon relieve the burden of His flood?