now the man was suffocating on the things our nation bought 'like the declaration of independence ' he laughed one time at last he was blind but he was running he was dying so damned fast the fleshly heart of man watch me while i soar so high on the moon or in the sky dancing like a sickle in full swing jesus christ , he holds me well and his words ring like a bell in a soul now set ablaze by beauty duty , i know none but him never trust the crooked men who say they 're building this or that for god not one of these stones will remain nor will their water wash the stain left for the children they so soon forsook and while i sing my songs they quote a book daggers in the fleshly heart of god the weight of my body 's heavy enough to crush the ashes of his bluff `` the lord rebuke you satan ! ''