Boys

Boys from the street, slum childs come in here together

Boots wrapped in rope and wire

And black hands in cold leather

But i am not one of them. no, i am not one of them

But they all know me by name. they all know me by name

Men in the aisles, closed eyes and gold dust on their fingers

They say soon god will come, so hold your tongue

Don’t let your vices linger

They say elijah was carried off,

Caught up in a chariot made of flame

So we too will ride in cars that shine

If you name it, it’s yours to claim

But i am not one of them. no, i am not one of them

But they all know me by name. they all know me by name

Girls from the corner, coming from the corinthian quarters

That’s my place on jackson

The preacher and the politician, the working man

They come looking to me, they come asking

I know soon god will come and even if i run

His horsemen bound to find me

He’ll ask me why i’ve done the things i’ve done

And i’ll tell him you made the mouths i feed

And i’ll say, i am not one of them

I am not one of them

But he’ll turn to me and say,

Oh, i don’t know you by name!

No, i don’t know you by name!

And i’ll think to myself,

You never did make known to me your ways