Sweet silver angels over the sea [bad word] down flying low for me

One time I [bad word] a stranger
'cause I heard his sweet song
And it was gently enticing me
Though there was something wrong
When I turned he was gone

Blinding me his song remains reminding me
He's a bandit and a heartbreaker
Oh but Jesus was a crossmaker

Sweet silver angels over the sea [bad word] down flying low for me

He wages war with the devil
pistol by his side
And though he chases them out my window and
Won't give him a place to hide
He keeps his door open wide
Fighting him
He lights a lamp inviting him
He's a bandit and a heartbreaker
Oh but Jesus was a crossmaker

Sweet silver angels over the sea [bad word] down flying low for me

I hear the thunder [bad word] The light never looked so dim
I see the junction get nearer
And danger's in the wind
And either road's looking grim

Hiding me I flee desires dividing me
He's a bandit and a heartbreaker
Oh but Jesus was a crossmaker
Yeah but Jesus was a crossmaker