So Ashamed - Those Poor Bastards

See our home, in ruins decayed

I’m ashamed

Your body left, your spirit stayed

I’m ashamed

I’m so ashamed

Used up, maimed

I ain’t fit to speak your name

You ain’t fit to do the same

Thistle growing on the altar

I’m ashamed

Holy faith began to falter

I’m ashamed

I’m so ashamed

Used up, maimed

I ain’t fit to speak your name

You ain’t fit to do the same

And I’m just too tired to care

Oh goat blood dried on wooden floor

I’m ashamed

Hey I clean it up, there’s always more

I’m ashamed

I’m so ashamed

Used up, maimed

I ain’t fit to speak your name

You ain’t fit to do the same

Cold of night will never rise

I’m ashamed

The heat escapes as flesh it fries

I’m ashamed

I’m so ashamed

Used up, maimed

I ain’t fit to speak your name

You ain’t fit to do the same

And I’m just too tired to care