Pull up a chair, crooked sinner 
I see the blood stains coverin' your boots 
and I see the scars coverin' your face 
Do you feel the Lords hands slowly [bad word]  your throat?
 Do you feel the Devils claws tearin' holes in your legs? That's why you stumble when you walk 
yeah, this is desperation 
the only [bad word] I've found to ease the hurt 
are songs of desperation