For all that's now owed
by Steven Clotzman

Someone was knocking where there was nobody home.
Outside I heard them talking but I was just too damned stone.
From the changes in this season and the weight of this load
and somebody's gonna pay what's now owed.

I can't stop this bleeding from these holes in my hands.
My mama's been mistreated and she can't understand
how a thing she held so long could turn to dust down this road
and somebody's gonna pay what's now owed.

There was a struggle out on the doorsteps near the bushes where I laid
with the blood in my veins running so cold.
One man was screaming and the other pulled a blade,
I saw the body on the porch that day and that's all that I did know.

Now I lie hear naked with this rain on my bed,
I've got ten thousand good reasons for this pain in my head
and this burning in my brain, it can't be shaken or stowed
and somebody's gonna pay what's now owed.

Well, last night I heard them voices calling out my name
down from the depths of my soul.
I just laid here shaking, I want to choke 'em with these chains
now somebody's gonna pay this debt
somebody's gonna pay this debt and I ain't got the dough, no!

They tell me Jesus is to soon quench this thirst
and that the wicked of this world will be washed from this earth.
But right now there's but one thing that's to be written and shown
and somebody's gonna pay what's now owed.


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