There ain't no grave can hold my body down Ain't no grave can hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see? I see a band of angels and they're coming after

You say you want From the cradle to the grave When all I want is you You all I want is Diamonds on a ring of gold Your story to remain untold But all the promises we make You say you'll give me A highway with no one on it

It can't easily be found There's just one thing That we all crave From the cradle To the grave A state of grace A point in space Or point in time In time of peace In times of war

And it's a good day To cry, cry, cry It's a good day Stay with me baby And save me from the grave And I don't need no doctor To keep me alive It's a good day to cry Love is heavy on my mind

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

The trip into the black Life's dying fall Graveyard disciples march into the fields Existence through destruction The bodies beneath the wheels Born to pull the trigger Fuel to feed the hate Innocence is shattered The blood that cripples the hand of fate

You're my velvet Elvis, baby You're my velvet Elvis, I ain't never gonna take you down Making everybody jealous when they step into my house Soft to the touch, feels like love, knew it as soon as I felt it All I ever wanted was something classic The kind

This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying

That you asked 'Cause honestly I've been Out of touch and out of reach Just looking for someone, anything That's finally gonna put me back I'd be all about it I'd do anything, anything Put me back, put me back

When this war is over It will be a better day But it won't bring back Those poor boys in their graves Ain't no sense in no action Killin' people all the time When it happens on the street We call that a crime Man, he can get along