Habegale: Bendin' the rules

For How He's Suffered MePity My BrotherThrough Nameless TownsFor How He's Suffered MeAnd Cold PrairieThrough Nameless TownsFor Restless WomenAnd Cold PrairieAt the End of the LineFor Restless WomenWho Tendered Checks ForAt the End of the LineA Promise DivineWho Tendered Checks ForCash As Quick As 'vegas'A Promise DivineLike 'vegas' in a DreamI Work This Charismatic RuseCash As Quick As "vegas"For My Brother's Peace and BeingLike "vegas" in a DreamSittin' Tight in MolineI Work This Charismatic RuseThe Money On the BedFor My Brother's Peace and BeingWith Every Memory Sharp to MeSittin' Tight in MolineAnd the Fear of Times AheadThe Money On the BedWith Every Memory Sharp to MeChorusAnd the Fear of Times AheadMaybe the Good BookCame From the Divine(Chorus)Or Maybe It Was WrittenMaybe the Good BookJust to Keep Us in LineCame From the DivineThe Mistakes of the SagesOr Maybe It Was WrittenMake the Rules For the FoolsJust to Keep Us in LineSo Father Forgive MeThe Mistakes of the SagesFor Bendin' the Rules...Make the Rules For the FoolsSo Father Forgive MeWell, Mister He Improved SomeFor Bendin' the Rules....With the Money I ScammedSome Days His Light Shines As BrightWell, Mister He Improved SomeAs the Light of the Promised LandWith the Money I ScammedDeath Was Often SomethingSome Days His Light Shines As BrightWe Freely Would DiscussAs the Light of the Promised LandWhen He Was Ten and I Was TwelveDeath Was Often SomethingAnd the Spectre Would Often BrushWe Freely Would DiscussIn and Out of TreatmentsWhen He Was Ten and I Was TwelveSince Twenty Months of AgeAnd the Spectre Would Often BrushAt Eighteen the InsuranceNo Longer Would MaintainIn and Out of TreatmentsAnd My Old Man in the KitchenSince Twenty Months of AgeHis Hands Upon His FaceAt Eighteen the InsuranceDid Weep to Shake His Very SoulNo Longer Would MaintainIn the Darkness of This PlaceAnd My Old Man in the KitchenHis Hands Upon His FaceChorusDid Weep to Shake His Very SoulIn the Darkness of This PlaceHold Me Saint ChristopherOver Every County Line(Chorus)Overlook My BlasphemyFor the Sake of Buying TimeHold Me Saint ChristopherGrant Him Days of LaughterOver Every County LineBestow Me ClemencyOverlook My BlasphemyHe Sleeps Soft in the Back SeatFor the Sake of Buying TimeHis Freedom From OrdealGrant Him Days of LaughterTo Every Ruddy YoungsterBestow Me ClemencyOff Free in Summer's FieldsHe Sleeps Soft in the Back SeatAnd Every Young Lass Poised to ClaimHis Freedom From OrdealHer Share of What Love YieldsTo All the Grieving AngelsTo Every Ruddy YoungsterAnd the Litany of SaintsOff Free in Summer's FieldsI Am My Brother's KeeperAnd Every Young Lass Poised to ClaimTo What End Decides the FatesHer Share of What Love YieldsTo All the Grieving AngelsChorusAnd the Litany of SaintsI Am My Brother's KeeperTo What End Decides the Fates(Chorus)