Last I saw mother she rose from a chair
When they caught me I’d just [bad word] my hair
‘Cause a rabbit will rose, as a colt does along with the mare
We’ve all learned the earth while we carried the throne
We dove under the rivers and under our clothes
Now I still have a prayer, as sure as my settling bones

Last I saw mother she covered my ears
When they caught me I offered the captain a beer
‘Cause a rabbit [bad word]  and a lion has nothing to fear
We bricked up the garden and oh, what it means
And we’ve all kissed a virgin as if she were clean
And I still have a prayer, despite all the colors I’ve seen

And judgment is just like a cup that we share
I’ll jump over the wall and I’ll wait for you there
Well past the weeds and our vision of things [bad word] 
We’ve all heard the rooster and all been denied
And we’ve seen through the haze and the spit in our eyes
And I still have a prayer, a well-weathered word to the wise

Last I saw mother she smelled like a rose
When they caught me the captain, he opened my nose
‘Cause a rabbit [bad word]  and the wind takes a bird where it blows
We all traded lovers and woke up alone
And we clapped for the king, though our fingers were cold
And I still have a prayer, one that I cannot control

Once I saw mother, she acted surprised
When they caught me the captain, he cried like a child
‘Cause a rabbit [bad word]  and good dogs together go wild
We all live in grace at the end of the day
And we’ve armed all the children we thought we’d betrayed
And I still have a prayer, but too few occasions to pray

And judgment is just like a cup that we share
I’ll jump over the wall and wait for you there
Well past the weeds and our visions of things [bad word] 

And we’ve all found a reason for hiding the gun
And we’ve helped out a few if we’ve hurt anyone
And I still have a prayer and so be it, I’ve done what I’ve done
Last I saw mother, she blew me a kiss
When they caught me the cups caught the blood from my wrist
‘Cause a rabbit [bad word]  and a pig has to lay in it’s [bad word] 
We’ve all given half to the hand in our face
We’ve all taken a stone from the holiest place
And I still have a prayer, and I’ve furthered the world in my wake