Sea Of Men

Muddy down the mountainside
Aging wolf in rotting hide
Glaring at the feral tide
A human being borderline

Carnal is a normal mode (that's that)
Fucking all the men in droves (that's that)
Son of God is never home
When I come knocking on that door

The awful volume
The stink in the sea
In soiled sails crusted over
It hurts me when I breathe

Howdy to all of the morning light
And the hair that has solidified
Carnal is a normal mode (that's that)
Fucking all the men in droves (that's that)
Son of God is never home
So I stopped knocking, I never knock anymore

The awful volume
The stink in the sea
In soiled sails crusted over
It hurts when I breathe

The awful volume
The stink in the sea
Love that circles drains and reason
Hurts me when I breathe

The awful volume
The stink in the sea
In soiled sails crusted over
Hurts when I breathe

The awful volume
The stink in the sea
In soiled sails crusted over

And everybody's on their knees
And everybody's on their knees
And everybody's on their knees
And everybody's on their knees
And everybody's on their knees
And everybody's on their knees
And everybody's on their knees
And everybody's on their knees