Mean for the Lord -Mental breakdown edition

Verse

Bent iron bleeds on Magazine

Sweat drips through the plaster cracks

Throat full of river mud and gin

I been counting down the days

Bones hum low where the floorboards split

Magnolia rot and rust

Another night the levee quit

Another promise turned to dust

Chorus

Down where the water turns to tar

Down where the saints have lost their names

Watch the asphalt swallow stars

Nothing holy stays the same

Verse

Crawl back under the bridge at dawn

Fistful of gravel and cracked glass

Every sermon I heard was wrong

Every prayer I learned won't last

Trumpet howl through a busted speaker

Drunk man laughing at his own grave

New Orleans blues make the ground feel weaker

But I'm too mean for the lord to save

Chorus

Down where the water turns to tar

Down where the saints have lost their names

Watch the asphalt swallow stars

Nothing holy stays the same

Bridge

Low and slow

Low and slow

Mississippi pull

Low and slow

Take it all

Drop

Gone

Gone

Gone

Gone

Outro

Breakdown

Bent down on Chartres Street

Knees in the floodwater

(Slow)

The river keeps rising

The river keeps rising

And I—

Spoken / Half-sung, strained

Can't... can't find the goddamn surface

Can't find...

Where's the air

Slow, shouted, cracking

PRAYED TO A CROSS MADE OF SEWER PIPE

PRAYED TO A GOD THAT ALREADY DROWNED

(Tar in my lungs)

(Tar in my lungs)

Strained, gasping between lines

Said I'd never come back

Said I'd never

(Said I'd never)

Said I'd never come back to this fucking water

Raw shouting, voice breaking

MISSISSIPPI TOOK MY DADDY

MISSISSIPPI GONNA TAKE ME

MISSISSIPPI

MISSISSIPPI

MISS—

Gasping pause — heavy riff hits

Furious punk shouting

EVERY SAINT IN THIS CITY IS DEAD

EVERY SAINT IN THIS CITY IS DEAD

EVERY FUCKING SAINT

DEAD

DEAD

DEAD

Strained, desperate, quieter

And I'm still...

I'm still standing in the water

Still standing

(Still standing)

Still—

Explosion — full screaming, losing control

I CAN'T FEEL MY HANDS

I CAN'T FEEL MY HANDS

I CAN'T—

I CAN'T—

I—

Gasping, fragmented

The water's...

The water's in my...

(In my chest)

(IN MY CHEST)

Raw, furious, barely coherent

SAINTS GOT NO NAMES

SAINTS GOT NO NAMES

NO NAMES

NO—

N—

Pause — heavy single hits

Whispered, broken

I been counting down the days

I been counting down the days

I been counting down the days

I been counting down the days

I been counting down the days

I been counting—

A single held scream, fading

Slow, exhausted

Down where the water turns to tar

Down where the saints...

Trails off — heavy ringout, feedback