I'm just a soiled dirty boy, Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading, Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face, Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away, With my love, That's all she's ever needed, from me It's my

As the floods of God Wash away thin air They say it was written In the page of the Lord But I was looking For that great jazz note That destroyed The walls of Jericho The winds of fear