Knocky-Boo (Daddy Died) (R. Ferguson) knocky-boo… drove down to my father’s grave where someone had left flowers and i heard some woman mourning in the distance well maybe she lost her lover maybe she lost her brother and she loved him more than she loved anybody he died when he was 39 just this fall i’ll turn 20 and if he were here i’d probably ask him for money cuz it seems like we’re only passing through it seems like that’s all we’re meant to do but daddy are you where you wanted to be? and was this life a shame for you? tell me now cuz i’m still passing through tell me now cuz i’m still passing through i’m still passing through i’m still passing through and maybe that was all i was ever born to do a knocky-boo a knocky-boo and then another knocky-boo

Death and All the Things We Love (R. Ferguson) death and all the things you love hurt and Hell and hate they’ve settled down over time and you wonder why why? oh why? oh why? oh why? oh why?... you you got some love in your heart but you don’t know how to start mixing and meshing and talking and dancing so i i will pray for you the best big prayer i can do but God don’t listen to me it must’ve been something i did or maybe something i said or something i didn’t do why? oh why? oh why? oh why? oh why?... no: it’s all we ever do… why? oh why? oh why? oh why? oh why?...

Wasted Days (R. Ferguson) some days some days i get so sad like anyone else i just wanna lie down on the couch and drug myself so i do that i do that and not much else and not much else i do that i drug myself my head and my heart are so full of wasted days… you won’t even fit me down in my grave…

Monster Meat (R. Ferguson) i know in my heart that the world is mean that it’s after me and you and biting at our sleeves and the Devil’s out to eat his slaves and he’s hungry like a monster without meat for half a century you say there’s a Jesus and he loves me that he loves us all but it takes a heart to believe and keep on believing when we’re out of holy luck and nobody gives a fuck the sign says duck i’m finding it hard (hard as Hell) i’m finding it hard (hard as Hell) i’m finding it hard (hard as Hell) i’m finding it hard (hard as Hell) hard (hard as Hell) hard (hard as Hell) to hold on to the hand of a bloody Savior to hold on to the hand of a risen Savior when my dreams make me feel i could never be a child again and everything tastes like monster meat in the morning da da da da…

Devil in My Ear (R. Ferguson) Lord i’m here and i can’t see home please don’t leave me on my own the Devil’s here and he’s in my ear he plans to stay a hundred years he wants me dead, dead inside so he can watch me slowly die (slowly die) if you would lift my heart heal together my wounded parts help me laugh and curse his name help me dance upon his face cuz i don’t wanna share his grave no i don’t wanna share his grave…(share his grave) shut my door keep out the Devil shut my door keep the Devil in the night shut your door keep out the Devil light a candle everything is all right… he’ll never see the light he’ll never love what’s right he’s long gone or maybe i’m wrong cuz where your love can go nobody knows and who your arms can reach nobody knows maybe all of us maybe none of us maybe all of us every one of us cuz we’re all devils in the firelight we’re all devils and we’ve lost our sight we’re all devils in the firefight we’re all your children needing help though the night so shut my door keep out the Devil shut my door keep the Devil in the night shut your door keep out the Devil light a candle everything is all right we’re all devils… in the jungle the mighty jungle the lion never sleeps in the jungle the mighty jungle the Devil never sleeps so shut my door keep out the Devil shut my door keep the Devil in the night shut your door keep out the Devil light a candle everything is all right…

Wasn’t Listening (R. Ferguson) i hardened my heart i hid in myself if you spoke to me i thought it was somebody else cuz i wasn’t listening i wasn’t listening i opened my eyes i opened my mouth i opened my arms to the doubts but i wasn’t listening i wasn’t listening i wasn’t listening

Music Box on Life Support (R. Ferguson)

Born to Bruise (R. Ferguson) Lord when i was little i saw ya in a painting your eyes were open then they closed when i stepped back you rolled around the ground in the sanctuary you jumped up and down out the window and into the alley and you gave your money to the poor and your clothes to the thrift store you were a man about town: smoking and drinking and clowning around with the unlovable crowd are you waiting for me now? if not i don’t know just what i’m gonna do are you waiting for me now? i was born to bruise i was born to bruise cuz i was born Lord when i got older i saw you atop a mountain you were setting off fireworks for all my town to see and when the time it came for the grand finale you turned into a dove and blew away with the breeze and some folks like me find you hard to believe some folks like me find it hard to believe that you gave your money to the poor and your clothes to the thrift store you were a man about town: smoking and drinking and clowning around with the unlovable crowd are you waiting for me now? if not i don’t know just what i’m gonna do are you waiting for me now? i was born to bruise i was born to bruise cuz i was born now i’m sitting here waiting on the bar steps listening to music and smoking a cigarette i gotta believe you’re waiting somewhere for me i gotta believe or else i’d scream as the cars go passing by and the people go passing by and you’re just like my dad you never said goodbye but are you waiting for me now? if not i don’t know just what i’m gonna do are you waiting for me now? i was born to bruise i was born to bruise i was born to bruise i was born to bruise i was born to bruise i was born to bruise he said if i would follow him (i was born to bruise) he’d give me riches to spend (i was born to bruise) and a new girlfriend for every time (i was born to bruise) i sinned (i was born to bruise) he’d get me high most every night (i was born to bruise) and make all my heavy burdens light (i was born to bruise) and make sure that i never ever gotta sleep alone (i was born to bruise) again at night (i was born to bruise) he promised me a brand new car (i was born to bruise) and he’d make me a beautiful star (i was born to bruise) and teach me all the most happening chords (i was born to bruise) on my guitar (i was born to bruise) but still i turn to you in pain (i was born to bruise) when my whole life adds up to a big nothing (i was born to bruise) when i’m crying out on the tip of a knife oh Lord please tell me why i always call you make me bark like a dog you take all of my fun and it’s ashes oh Lord please tell me why you you take take all all my my fun fun and and it’s it’s ashes ashes

Baby Bird (R. Ferguson) go on let yourself off this time if you could do it again i bet you’d do it right the mailbox i stole with baby birds inside they kept on singing even when their mother died grant yourself some grace even if it hurts it was a long long time ago for what it’s worth you’re so hard on yourself… you make it so hard on everybody else so maybe mow your lawn a second time anything at all to occupy your mind and when you’re done clean yourself up real nice maybe part your hair on the other side then call that girl the one you said was looking so fine i bet she’d run around town with you tonight you’re so hard on yourself… you make it so hard on everybody else baby bird you’re so hard on yourself… you make it so hard on your friends trying to help

The Plug (R. Ferguson) somebody had to pull your plug but i was too young… somebody had to pull your plug but i was too in love

No One Home (R. Ferguson) i swear i didn’t know what to do i couldn’t move no one answered the phone when i called on you where were you where were you where were you where were you? and i will be okay i will be okay i will be okay i will be okay i will be okay if i can just get through another day

Please Let Me Go to Sleep (R. Ferguson) listen to the wind listen to the sea listen to the birds listen through the trees listen to the girls listen to the squirrels listen to the guys listen to the flies buzzing by and i don’t recognize this place you don’t recognize this place hey… please oh please let me go to sleep… "DADDY Daddy daddy, i just have to tell you one more—"