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Album: Unplugged
Shots ring out
It feels like a dream
Find myself falling down, down, down, down
Funny how you never stop to think
Just what the toes of disaster might look like
From down here at eye level
'Til you come face to foot with the devil
Swimming at the bottom of some gutter
Splattered with your own life's blood
It feels like a flood down, down
While overhead
A ray of light shines down
A face peers into the murky darkness
But with my ears
Still ringing I hear
The echo of the windowsill
Slamming down, down, down, down, down
Slamming down, down, down
With such hasty finality
Slamming down, down, down
Somewhere nearby
The siren's song it calls to me
But they have bigger fish to fry
Bigger fish than I
Flopping down here in this ditch of mine
So they just pass me
They just pass me by
Would you stop and help me
Help me to stand
Would you deign to sully
Those spotless hands
If you're really all
All about love
Why is it you don't have enough
No, you don't have enough
To pull me from this ditch
Da die da die da die
You leave me in this ditch to die
I'm down here lying
Dying in this ditch of mine
But something stirs
In the alley midst the newspaper
Box of cardboard shudders, comes to life
Disgorging some creature leftover
Passed over by the human race
But his face I cannot see
So covered over with grime is he
And I'm affeared he means me
Some further harm
But ever so gently he picks me up
Cradles me in his arms
Carries me round the corner
To a mission there
Where the nuns tend my wounds
And clothe me, give me food
It seems it was a crime
For anyone else to come near
Da die da die da die
Down here dying
Lying in this ditch of mine
I never learned the stranger's name
But as he turned to just walk away
I caught a glimpse
At an image stitched
It was a simple cross of wood
Would you have done the same
If it were you that day
Who found me in this ditch
Down in a ditch
Down, down, down, down...
Luke 10:25-37
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