Lyrics

Well, I thought that you'd been raptured When I came home early from the factory To find your favourite floral patterned gown Just lying in the doorway It clashed with the colours of the flooring They've got you singing in the chorus now Wondered what made me the sinner Never been a perfect Christian But ain't I prayed and been forgiven, Lord? And I've worked to make a living And provided for my children Wore the knuckles of my fingers raw And I don't go in for drinkin' Or carry on with other women I ain't smoked since you got pregnant, babe So how could I be made a sinner? Left down here among the living The unwashed and the imprisoned The ones who did and said they didn't While you're in heaven with the risen, Lord? I was snapped out of my dreaming As if someone dragged a needle Across the record that was reeling on Playing muffled through that speaker Where an unfamiliar t-shirt And an empty pairs of jeans were thrown Wondering if you could be the sinner Left down here among the living All the unrepentant millions Who admit that they've committed Something they cannot be forgiven for And your camisole and leggings Made a path towards the bedroom That I followed like a breadcrumb trail And on the wall there was a dead man Nailed above the creaking headboard And as I watched his limbs were spreading out And he looked down on the bed there At the tangle of the flesh there Where your souls were intermeshing As if you been brought to heaven With your dress still on the kitchen floor