Lazarus and the Rich Man Lyrics

Can't sleep for the burning

How long until dawn

If rest is a gift, then I must have unwrapped it wrong

We play feast or famine

The rat race is won

Oh no more can we cross o'er the chasm to where we'd begun

Help me, I'm putting out fires, I'm putting out fires

If you fill the bottle, then I'll load the gun

I've never been drier, I've never been drier

Dip your finger in the water and cool my tongue

Of crumbs from your table

I'd gladly partake

Like a stray licking wounds that won't heal at Peter's locked gate

As angels place bodies

piled high by your side

Oh, have mercy on those of us blinded the day one should rise

Help me, I'm putting out fires, I'm putting out fires

If you fill the bottle, then I'll load the gun

I've never been drier, I've never been drier

Dip your finger in the water and cool my tongue

Cool my tongue, cool my tongue

And if I am overcome

Won't you save me a place by the stream

Won't you save me a place by the stream

Won't you save me a place by the stream

Won't you save me a place by the stream

Help me, I'm putting out fires, I'm putting out fires

If you fill the bottle, then I'll load the gun

I've never been drier, I've never been drier

Dip your finger in the water and cool my tongue

Cool my tongue, cool my tongue

Cool my tongue, cool my tongue, cool my tongue

Can't sleep for the burning

How long until dawn

If rest is a gift, then I must have unwrapped it wrong