good ole gospel ship

there's fire on my lips like the fire on the good ole gospel ship
and bellowing rural ghosts in the chests of inquisitive men
who made us wide eye'd, who left us to kill till our hands ached
I never claimed to have a clue, only doubt and youthful claims
as the river tugged on our hearts, we swam dead arm'd and all
till the years caught the lies by it's short stub tail
I wouldn't dream of giving up, I need to throw down the extra weight
I can't step off into every gloried puddle with a current
it's the good ole gospel ship
they kept me swimming after
It burns deeper than before
they kept me churning
replace your snakey fingers with a steady summer chill
cause the wind won't carry you along the desert hills
who made subtle smiles, the contorted faces we hide behind
I'm ready to trade in this head for carpet marked with fresh stains
though I tremble with the trigger, i hear a sermon in the alley
they scared me enough with hell fire to keep me from myself
with the millions of metaphors for god's good grace we seek
I think we take some time off to prove there's some future relief
it's the good ole gospel ship
they kept me swimming after
It burns deeper than before
they kept me churning