So I Cut Off My

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.

Jesus Tapped Me On The Shoulder And Said, Bob, Why Are You Resisting Me? I Said, I'm Not Resisting You! He Said, You Gonna Follow Me? I Said, I've Never Thought About That Before! He Said, When You're Not Following Me, You're Resisting Me.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead