Lyrics
Well, I met the man who took my mother
He put holes inside her arms
Well he's wearing all marks of stigmata
Lord, just a drug pumping empty heart
Well, I met the man who took my father
Put him in jail and locked him away
Well they say that he forgot his children
Lord, he might remember us again someday
Well, I met the man who took my grandmother
He took her mind as the shotgun blew
And a year later my grandfather followed her
He'd had enough and killed himself too
Well, I met the man who took my good friend
Oh, but he was only seventeen
I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin
Lord, it wasn't him staring back at me
I blame the devil, as good it be
I blame Jesus, he ain't answering me
Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad
Giving up on this life I had
I blame the devil, as good it be
I blame Jesus, he ain't answering me
Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad
Giving up on this life I had
Well, I met the man who raped my childhood
Oh, but we were never young, it's true
Well when everyone around you keeps dying
Lord, what the hell are we supposed to do?
Well, I met the man who took my sister
In a new family, yes, she will stay
And it's true that my mother's a sinner
Lord, she let another family fade away
I blame the devil, as good it be
I blame Jesus, he ain't answering me
Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad
Giving up on this life I had
I blame the devil, as good it be
I blame Jesus, he ain't answering me
Don't call me depressed, don't call me sad
Giving up on this life I had
I blame the devil...
