In a house by the river
Where the corn don't grow
He'd paint his face
For the Sunday show
With a child in his arms
And a trick up his sleeve
He smiled like Judas
Asked them to believe
The walls knew secrets
That this town forgot
And the furnace sang
With a voice too hot
He buried their laughter
In numbered beds
Each one a prayer
Whispered to the dead
Oh crawlspace Jesus
With your crown of rope
Your children sleep
In graves of hope
No cross to carry
Just a shovel and a grin
The Painted Man
Let the devil in
He danced for the judges
In his blood red tie
Said, "I only meant
To hush their cry."
They call it madness
But madness has rules
Played what he'd learned
At Sunday school
The jury wept
But not for the boys
But for this clown
And his box of toys
And when they hung him
Til his last breath
He grinned like a saint
As he faced his death
Oh crawlspace Jesus
With your crown of rope
Your children sleep
In graves of hope
No cross to carry
Just a shovel and a grin
The Painted Man
Let the devil in
Let the devil in
Let the devil in
Let the devil in