The White Buffalo - Sweet Hereafter

Oh, when I left my mamas home
Left her for death when I left her all alone
And the whores they won't let me be at night
They can't replace the warmth I need tonight
'Cause I'm cold, cold as hell

And the Lord, he don't wait for me at night
He knows what I've done is wrong and it ain't right
And the devil awaits for me with open arms
And he sways me with his wiles and with his charms
Because I'm holding on, when there's nothing left to hold onto

Hold on to the sweet hereafter

The fountain from where I drank from as a child
When I was young I was bored and I was wild
Since then I have grown into a man
And I know that I can always stand
But I'm wrong, I'm still a child

Hold on to the sweet hereafter
Hold on to the sweet hereafter