the hand of man   built the sedan   that drove us 'cross   this stolen land       search us something long away   the lost or sold away   and i was the shade   of your checkered past   the child that strayed   the splintered mast   so i wont blame you when you leave   just leave me something to believe   and ill be fine      loaded priest   collar of grease   he had a blast   at the last feast   and its too bad about the host   but he looked paler than the ghost   when he took his leave   said 'no, please don't grieve   got one last trick   stuck up my sleeve'   an' we were born to memorize   that jesus died because we tried   and were to blame      your heart is like a sheet of glass   that holds the winter storm   and i knew that when i fell from grace   your love would keep me warm   that gold coast just calls to me   from hills beyond   say 'boy its time you come to me,   won't be back for long'      'cuz no one remains   mother complains   very concerned   varicose veins   i watched them spread just like disease   from her ankles to her knees   like vines around a tree   twitch and tremble in the breeze   twitch and tremble in the breeze