Sixteen men on a dead man's chest, You take his money and I will get the rest. Little bitty baby crying in the night, They're coming back you better turn out the light. Sixteen crosses burning on the hill, Burned down to cinder but I can see them still. Sometimes I don't believe in God, Sometimes I think I'm drowning in the flood. Why? I believe that I'm too young to die. Why? Am I blindfolded or am I blind? Rain is falling on everything in sight Tears upon the ashes that have lost their light. Mama and her baby hiding in the shack, Daddy's gone and he won't be back. Jesus on a Friday hanging from a tree, "Excuse me, Father, but I am bound to bleed. Has anybody seen my friends?" "I'd like to help you buddy, but I'd rather save my skin."