Is a holy man a gambling man
Is a holy man a drunken fool
Is a holy man a whore at heart
Doing all that he can do
To never cry no more

Joy and sorrow long forgotten
Just trying to survive
My heart washed up like the dead jackal
Vultures picking at his eyes
Now he won’t cry no more

Fly like the heron flies
Rise from these wicked lies
Die like the heron dies
And don’t you cry no more

Fly like the heron flies
Rise from these wicked lies
Die like the heron dies
And don’t you cry no more

Bleed until you’re empty
Hurt until you’re numb
The world tastes so bitter now
Don’t you cry no more