Frogs

Ushering in the week, he knelt down Crushed his brother's head in with a bone It's my great privilege Oh babe, to walk you home In the Sunday rain Hop inside my coat In the Sunday rain The frogs are jumping in the gutters Oh, leaping to God, amazed of love And amazed of pain Amazed to be back in the water again In the Sunday rain In the Sunday rain Gets you right down to your soul Oh Lord, oh Lord The children in the heavens Jumping for joy, jumping for love And opening the sky above So, take that gun out of your hand 'Cause all will be well, say the bells It's Sunday morning and I'm holding your hand Amazed of love and amazed of pain Amazed to be back in the water Back in the water again Take that gun out of your hand In the Sunday rain Frog-marching you home, babe Home to bed, yeah, in the Sunday rain Take that gun out of your hand Lord, kill me in the Sunday rain Kill me! Kill me in the Sunday rain Hop inside my coat Sunday morning and I'm holding your hand Frog-marching us home to a bed made of tears Kris Kristofferson walks by kicking a can In a shirt he hasn't washed for years Hop inside my coat, hop inside my coat