Made a deal with the devilnSaid he’d make me famousnSaid he’d make me rich enough to buy my way to heavennnSirens in my head, spiders on the ceilingnHe was battered on the floor and left for deadnDanger on the tvnThe sky fell on his headnnI met her at a shownHer hand slipped through her hairnShe listened to my story, said I’ve heard all about younIt seems she was sincerenBut the conversation flednHe spoke through the prophetsnCrucified for our salvationnHe suffered and was buriednAnd on the third day He rose born againnShe held my handnnWrinkles are for thinkingnOld and weak, I’ve becomenThis saint became a poetnBut that poet wants to flynSo show me the kingdom where the angels come undonenAs they marched into that rainbow river skynnHeal the wounded singernNow he’s on his waynThey were dancing to the musicnIn the shadow of the seasonnWe tangoed through this sacrificenWe climbed the virgin hillsnWalked straight up to the sunrisenAnd we never had a reasonnWe released the blood upon the peasant landnShe held my handnnDisappear in glory, disappear the violencenDisappear that deal I made, return it to its silence