I'm Working On That

I'm digging a grave for a child with no head

All is prepared but no last rites are read

As his worn-out carcass wilts in my hand

Innocence dies with the birth of a man

I found his body out in the Field

Where the winds blow fierce and the ground is unstable

His head was lost in a battle of faith

Where he fought for his life and gave all he was able

I'm digging a grave for a child with no head

All is done but no last rites are read

As his carcass wilts in my hand

Innocence dies with the birth of a man

There in his coffin he waits to be found

All dressed up for that trip under ground

Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match

But what shall I do with that little black hat?

I'm working on that!

Memories show scars on his little body

He bled for the world now he's bleeding for me

Something's familiar 'bout the way he lived

At closer inspection, I see; I was he

I'm digging a grave for that child with no head

All is done but no last rites are read

As his carcass wilts in my hand

Innocence dies with the birth of a man

There in his coffin he waits to be found

All dressed up for that trip under ground

Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match

But what shall I do with that little black hat?

I'm working on that!

I'm digging a grave for that child with no head

All is done but no last rites are read

And I will stay with him through the end

As his carcass wilts in my hand

Innocence dies with the birth of a man

For no other soul can carry your sins

There in his coffin he waits to be found

All dressed up for that trip underground

But where he will go, he must go alone

Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match

But what shall I do with that little black hat?

I'm working on that!