River inside me 
Like mud it flows 
Eyes burning brightly 
The creaking of the door 
Was it the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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?