Said that im afraid to die
with a pitchfork witty
And a man who sits up high
And I can hear the fire
I'm a dead dog sinner
And man to scared to try
And your too close to call
I would sell my martyr
For the chance to hear you talk
And oh no, I tried
And I tried
What if you could see my skin
Would you burn me moving
Would you make a match out of my head
What if you could touch my hand
Through the deep sweat sweating
For a guilty, guilty man
What if you could see my heart
Would you say oh brother
You're the reason that we still don't fall
and the reason that we still don't starve
And oh no, I tried
I tried
And oh no, I tried
I tried