Lyrics:

Mother Maybelle's in a a quiet hell
I hear a gun and a heart and slay bells
I'd say things have changed quite a bit
Since I was young and mother didn't give a shhh
I can't be saved it's too late
But with a little help I might concentrate
Long enough to start believing
Just to make sure you're still breathing

No time for the broken hearted
Got to finish just what we've started
The only promise to the poor departed
Is that they wind up dead
Just as sure as holy violence
We starve our songs in silence
We're all looking for a little guidance
Down the long road ahead

There's a cold breeze through city streets
Blows leaves like dreams neath busy feet
But somewhere in an easy chair
Somebody's momma crying 'cause baby ain't there
My baby's so lazy, like to sit around
And drive me crazy

No time for the broken hearted
Got to finish just what we've started
The only promise to the poor departed
Is that they wind up dead
Just as sure as holy violence
We starve our songs in silence
We're all looking for a little guidance
Down the long road ahead

No time for the broken hearted
Got to finish just what we've started
The only promise to the poor departed
Is that they wind up dead
Just as sure as holy violence
We starve our songs in silence
We're all looking for a little guidance
Down the long road ahead