When I'm dragged through the mud for the last time Then I know I'll be washed in the blood Way down at the bottom of a slippery slope when I start my decline Fast waters flow I'll be lost in the flood I hear angels behind my shoulder telling me to have no fear I hear voices of a/the long-dead whisper in my ear Telling me everything I want to hear When I'm dragged through the mud for the last time Then I know I'll be washed in the blood Way down at the bottom of a slippery slope when I start my decline Fast waters flow I'll be lost in the flood Down by the river wher I often stray I heard a little voice calling, and I was so afraid Down on my knees, where I often stay You go down three times, you better come up saved(sane)