God's Great Dust Storm Paroles

When your scythe has, has me cut in

God's great, great dust storm.

Take my sins

Wash them clean

Pour the last drink for me

And watch me, watch me burn in

God's great, great dust storm

I'll be your gimp

Whipped through the skin

In the hour that you come
I have walked the line

In my best black suit

Through fields in sweet quiet mourn

Please let the faithful come forth in

God's great, great dust storm