If you want to bear the burden of bad news
If you want to try and break all the bad habits
If you want to let go of that gun in your hand
If you want to know the hollers of the wasteland
Make yourself low
Buy you a lantern
So you can wrestle with the angels while you're still bleeding
Carry the water
Listen to the melodies
Make yourself a lover of the mysteries
The prophets the mystics and the circus freaks
Carry a truth that the rest can't see
They know the power of a storyline
They might know how to bury the devil inside
Make yourself low
Buy you a lantern
So you can wrestle with the angels while you're still bleeding
Carry the water
Listen to the melodies
Make yourself a lover of the mysteries
When the wounds won't heal
And the levees start to break
And the shadow of the valley of death falls
And we're all losing faith
When your heads in the lion's mouth
And you'll never be the same
You'll never be the same
Make yourself low
Buy you a lantern
So you can wrestle with the angels while you're still bleeding
Carry the water
Listen to the melodies
Make yourself a lover of the mysteries
