River inside me   Like mud it flows   Eyes burning brightly   The creaking of the door      Was he, the bastard cousin of Jesus?   Does he sit at your right hand?   Was it the jealous touch of the devil?   Or was he, God inside a man?      Every mother is a whore   Every father is a war, Hallelujah   You take any port in a storm   You take any road that gets you home, Hallelujah      Holding on tightly   Howling at the moon   I know she heard you crying   As he put a blister in your womb      Every mother is a whore   Every father is a war, Hallelujah   You take any port in a storm   You take any road that gets you home, Hallelujah      Every mother is a whore   Every father is a war, Hallelujah   You take any port in a storm   Any road that gets you home, Hallelujah      Every mother is a whore   Every father is a war, Hallelujah   Did it hurt more letting him in   Or giving birth to a sin? Hallelujah      Every mother is a whore   Every father is a war, Hallelujah