Lyrics
There's a black cat on the front lawn,
yesterday's milk stains her paws,
and there's a white nurse in the kitchen,
scrubbin' bed sheets till her fingers are raw.
And there is his letter to an old friend,
telling him how things have been going,
the lines tell stories, full of sadness,
of a man who's world 's been turned upside down.
He bows his head and prays without a word,
around here, you just get what you deserve,
Ain't it funny how life sometimes unnerves,
crucified in the memory of good things,
may your kingdom come,
oh it's so hard to let thy will be done,
and smile on Job's last son,
have mercy on Job's last son.
Well he gets up, from the table,
looks around at the pieces of his life,
no job to go to and the severance long gone,
is it real that things can take such a dive?
The doctor has come around,
delivers good news,
she won't have to suffer for long,
she's asleep now, the drugs 've kicked in,
and not thanking him almost seems like a sin.
He bows his head and prays without a word,
around here, you just get what you deserve,
Ain't it funny how life sometimes unnerves,
crucified in the memory of good things,
may your kingdom come,
oh it's so hard to let thy will be done,
and smile on Job's last son,
have mercy on Job's last son.
Their family album, shows smiles of long-gone,
he lights a cigarette as the booze soothes his mind,
could call the kids home, but that just ain't right,
oh man exams in faith are never taken light.
He bows his head and prays without a word,
around here, you just get what you deserve,
Ain't it funny how life sometimes unnerves,
crucified in the memory of good things,
may your kingdom come,
wipe those tears and let thy will be done,
He pours another, pulls out the drawer,
brown liquor glistens as it swivels in his glass,
the cold hard steel of the revolver
he knows at least one of them won't make it thru this nite
