rebel my love, some day we shall overcome   but the sickness bites hard, and yes the razor's old   of their portions, rashes, surrender, kill every first-born son   we were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name   heard voices laughing the spirit in the plight of the living dead   of course at the bottom of my glass made it clear what they had said   is death a song in the tinder box   the stone has turned away   i can't remember god when i...   and i'm drunk all day      before i leave you bring the demons out   your beauty seemed not to mind the fever   hung on the midwife's jaw   we were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name   heard voices laughing the spirit, and the plight of the living dead   i can't remember god when i...   and i'm drunk all day      some said i was wrong to dream that way   i was wrong to dream that way   and some made light of death and sorrow   light of death and sorrow   but death is glory now   death is glory now