Step on up to the counter boy

Buy yourself a thrill

Shake it out with the deepest breath

As you kneel over your first kill

God is your protector, he keep you safe and warm

The funeral director got the contract when you were born

Come on, my way, we have the warmest fire

Come on, my way, I'll take your there

Come on, my way we got the flying higher

When on my way, I'll take your prayer

We got our religion, we got both the ball and chain

We got retribution, we got everything to cleanse the shame

No set you free, in vain

Listen close going to say it one

You need to get you right

Use the gifts you were given boy

Keep the end in sight

Walk it narrow, walk it clean

Then to the sky and fly

I'm the breath that will fill your lungs

Until the day you die

START LIVING/START DYING/START PRAYING/START FLYING

Pinning the face to the floor, slamming and locking the door

START LIVING/START DYING/START PRAYING/START FLYING

Holding the face to the ground

Turning the world upside down, start dying