Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auctionnAbel got a telephonenAnd even the last of the blue-eyed babies knownThat the burning man is the color of the end of daynAnd how every tongue that gets bit always has another word to saynnCain bought a blade from some witch at the windownAbel bought a bag of weednAnd even the last of the brown-eyed babies seenThat the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heartnThere ain’t a penthouse Christian wants the pain of the scab, but they all want the scarnHow every mouth sings of what it’s without so we all sing of lovenAnd how it ain’t one dog who’s good at fucking and denying who he’s thinking ofnnCain heard a cat tumble limp off the rooftopnAbel heard his papa praynAnd even the last of the black-eyed babies saynThat every saint has a chair you can borrow and a church to sellnThat the wind blows cold across the back of the master and the kitchen helpnThere’s a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wallnAnd it was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after allnHow God knows if Christ came back he would find us in a poker gamenAfter finding out the drugs were all free but they won't let you out the door again