My sweet lord was at the mobile home Softly crying Painting nails eating flesh Drinking defiled blood with everyone I'll rise to die again I'll rise to die again I'll rise to die again Won't find my body Cause I made poor friends Bloody lips taking sips In what I'm putting out now Drinking ammonia without anyone Mixed with my saviors tears I'll rise to die again I'll rise to die again I'll rise to die again Won't find my body Because I have no friends