Said that im afraid to die
with a pitchfork witty
And a man who sits up high

And I can hear the fire
I'm a dead dog sinner
And man to scared to try

And your too close to call
I would sell my martyr
For the chance to hear you talk

And oh no, I tried
And I tried

What if you could see my skin
Would you burn me moving
Would you make a match out of my head

What if you could touch my hand
Through the deep sweat sweating
For a guilty, guilty man

What if you could see my heart
Would you say oh brother
You're the reason that we still don't fall
and the reason that we still don't starve

And oh no, I tried
I tried

And oh no, I tried
I tried