Wise Blood Lyrics - Counting Crows

I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore 

and the days of my youth, have all long gone by now 

I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to 

or a ride downtown to some God forsaken land 

One Sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul 

but they held me down so long Christ I almost drowned 

Yeah I was the kind of boy who never learned to smile 

so I kicked and I screamed 

'till I tore myself lose from all these great big hands Oh Yeah 

Chorus: 

Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows 

Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind 

My mommma, she turned around and said 

"Little boy you better wake up....cause your a walking dead" 

Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink 

she just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind