Holy People Lyrics

Henry Adams was a young lad

His father a drunk

And his mother a dad

In deep holes dug to paint image to cave

Both teach young Henry of the drunken man's ways

Mother man projects a man in the sand

A man who put himself there

Now gloving his hands

The drunken man in the sand says mother man's so loving

Rightfully so

Hauling Henry and two ducklings

Mother man

Questions if God's even real

She shed a few tears

Went upstairs to hold seal

Hands with holes on her forehead

Her eyes in the mirror

She keeps mindful of snakes

In her ear

Blood rushed down her face

Wine in her eyes

She let out a scream

She couldn't handle the sight

Henry is not a young man anymore

His father is no longer drunk

But right now the mother of Henry is poor

And I bet both their stories are done