Said that im afraid to die   with a pitchfork witty   And a man who sits up high      And I can hear the fire   Of a dead dog sinner   And man to scared to try      And your too close to call   I would sell my murder   For the chance to hear you talk      And oh no, I tried   And I tried      What if you could see my skin   Would you burn me moving   Would you make a match out of my head      What if you could touch my hand   Through the deep sweat sweating   For a guilty, guilty man      What if you could see my heart   Would you say oh brother   You’re the reason that we still don’t fall   and the reason that we still don’t starve      And oh no, I tried   I tried      And oh no, I tried   I tried