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the weeks - stigmata lyrics

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well i met the man who killed my mother
he put holes inside her arms
no they were not marks of stigmata lord
just a drug pumping empty heart

well i met the man who took my father
put him in jail and locked him away
well they say he forgot his children lord
he might remember us again someday

i blame the devil

well i met the man who killed my grandmother
he took her mind as the shotgun blew
a year later my grandfather followed her
he’d had enough and shot himself too

well i met the man who took my good friend
oh, but he was only seventeen
i saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord
it wasn’t him staring back at me

i blame the devil, what else could it be
i blame jesus he ain’t answering me
don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad
i’m giving up on this life i had

well i met the man who raped my childhood
oh well we were never young it’s true
but when everyone around you keeps dying lord
what the h-ll are we supposed to do

well i met the man who took my sister
in a new family she will stay
and it’s true that my mother’s a sinner lord
she let another family fade away

i blame the devil, what else could it be
i blame jesus he ain’t answering me
don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad
i’m giving up on this life i had

- the weeks lyrics

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