Dried blood on my shirtsleeve stained The winds are a whisperin’ but my secret remains Depictions of the apostles on the window-glass-pane I’ve said my prayers but I feel just the same I mixed up my mind and poisoned my brain I wrapped my hand in a handkerchief and punched through the frame The priest came a’runnin’ and a’swingin’ his cane I’ve said my prayers, but nothing has changed My hands in my pockets looking for fortune and fame All they revealed was loose petty change The bottle was half-full, but now it’s empty again I said my prayers but nothing became The priest still walks, but one leg is lame The hummingbirds talk but no one knows what they’re saying Don’t lash out in anguish, be pious, refrain I’ve said my prayers, I said them in vain The piano tune suggested that I was to blame In the last curtain call it went out with a bang The leaves were a’tremblin’ the trees are insane But I’ve said my prayers, I won’t say them again I said sunlight prayers and it started to rain I said homesick prayers and heard a whistlin’ train I said prayers of health and that’s when the sickness came I said all my prayers, I’ve no reason left to pray
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