Hells Next Door

A blind man sees way more than I see
The truth I seek, it always escapes me
A poor man gives way more than I give
A guilty man allowed to live

Lord, keep me alive 'till Sunday
Today I'm falling short
I have a cross in my hand
But hell's next door

A step away from downward spiral
Next door to a friendly smile - that Invites me in to kill me
So now where do I go for helter skelter?
I don't know, but at least I'm still alive...

Lord, keep me alive 'till Sunday
Today I'm falling short
I have a cross in my hand
But hell's next door

I'll suffer through the storm...
I'll sing the song of tragedy...
I need your wings to keep me warm...
I wish that you could comfort me...

Lord, keep me alive 'till Sunday
Today I'm falling short
I have a cross in my hand
But hell's next door

Keep me alive 'till Sunday...
(Suffer through the storm...)