A storm is brewing out on the coast
Lord, you better step inside
Get on your knees and pray to above
Until it unwinds

She won't see me as an elegant man
But am I trying to hide
My real soul to the outside world
That was always denied

Been ripped apart by the only sons
Enough to know that I can cry
Knee-deep in mud, Lord, after the flood
Where’s your sweet lullaby?

Well, been ripped apart by the only sons
Enough to know that I can die
Knee-deep in mud, Lord, after the flood
Here's your sweet lullaby
Yeah!

Well, something is wrong with me
I can't see
Something is wrong with me
I can’t breath
Something is wrong with me
I can't bleed
Something is wrong, something is wrong