Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auction 
Abel got a telephone 
And even the last of the blue-eyed babies know 
That the burning man is the color of the end of day 
And how every tongue that gets bit always has another word to say 

Cain bought a blade from some witch at the window 
Abel bought a bag of weed 
And even the last of the brown-eyed babies see 
That the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heart 
There ain't a penthouse christian that wants the pain of the scab, but they all want the scar 
How every mouth sings of what it's without so we all sing of love 
And how it ain't one dog who's good at [bad word] and denying who he's thinking of 

Cain heard a cat tumble limp off the rooftop 
Abel heard his papa pray 
And even the last of the black-eyed babies say 
That every saint has a chair you can borrow in a church to sell
That the wind blows cold across the backs of a master and the kitchen help 
There's a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wall 
And it was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after all 
How God knows if Christ came back he'd find us in a poker game 
After finding out the drinks were all free but they won't let you out the door again