the God Head

Written by: Jerry Golden

The things you do when you are down
You only do when you are down
I know this because I’m still around
Thirsty but I’m no hound
So please hound me not 
Or I will beg on you
for all that you have forgot
I was there 
when hope scraped her precious knees
Attempting to keep it peacefully 
For broken men in need of thee
And now you all question me
It’s pointless
Your infatuation,
It blurs me not 
It’s still dark and hell is ever so hot

I was you 
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am 
Like god

Twenty-five and dying for change
In an interlude of constant pain
That’s a moment in time 
Constrained in vain
Realized there was no tomorrow When 
Hope scraped her precious knees
And the devil preferred her woven fleece
Trying to keep it peacefully
I’ve seen harlots lay a widow’s seed
For broken men in winter pillars
Seen fatherless children stained by rain
But I adored the way that autumn came
As venom escaped from her veins
The things we do when we are down
We do only because we are down
I know this all because
Tomorrow came and I was still around

I was you 
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am 
Like god


Hope scraped her precious knees 
Trying to keep it peacefully
Seen harlots lay widows seed 
For broken men in a winter freeze
Like God
Hope scraped her precious knees 
Trying to keep it peacefully
Seen harlots lay widows seed 
For broken men in a winter freeze
Like God

"Life you were so beautiful, I miss you"