From the recording All The Birds
Lyrics by M.C. Armstrong
Arranged by Armstrong, Graves, Hedrick, Irwin, McCanless, Ritter, and Zehmer.
Lyrics
Santa Muerte
Bring rain to this land
Santa Muerte
Help me be a man
Santa Muerte
I’m so lost
Santa Muerte
I’ll pay the cost
I grew up
I grew cold
I fell in love
With my own soul
Santa Muerte
I’m so lost
Santa Muerte
I’ll pay the cost
I knew a girl from Carolina
She gave me everything inside her
But I was a boy of the night
I never got to see her in the light
And now she’s gone
Now she’s gone
Now in the room
Up in the sky
Now in the darkness
Of your eye
Santa Muerte
I’m so lost
Santa Muerte
Am I the cost?