Set the Killing Free

We are tirelessly talking
And rushing and walking
And digging the graves of our sins
Oh, we must dig so deep
That there’s something for keeps
But there that’s where my story begins
I’ve been drumming my fingers
And bumming with singers
Who’d sung with a watch at a wake
And they blamed rock 'n' roll
For the sleep in their soul
And they swore they had nothing to shake
Oh, Jesus in heaven
What’s become of me?
Oh, shake it and break it
Set the killing free
When the money gets short
I am holding the fort
Like I’m smiling with smoke in my eyes
So swim over the road
To my humble abode
With your lips like a sucking surprise
If it’s a hassle to do
Get a ticket for two
And we’ll reach for tomorrow tonight
When we hit font en blue
Then our ticket for two
Is a pass to the place of the light