Last I saw mother she rose from a chair
When they caught me I´d just finished combing my hair
´Cause a rabbit will rose, as a colt does along with the mare
We´ve all learned the earth while we carried the throne
We dove under the rivers and under our clothes
Now I still have a prayer, as sure as my settling bones

Last I saw mother she covered my ears
When they caught me I offered the captain a beer
´Cause a rabbit will run, and a lion has nothing to fear
We bricked up the garden and oh, what it means
And we´ve all kissed a virgin as if she were clean
And I still have a prayer, despite all the colors I´ve seen

And judgment is just like a cup that we share
I´ll jump over the wall and I´ll wait for you there
Well past the weeds and our vision of things to come

We´ve all heard the rooster and all been denied
And we´ve seen through the haze and the spit in our eyes
And I still have a prayer, a well-weathered word to the wise

Last I saw mother she smelled like a rose
When they caught me the captain, he opened my nose
´Cause a rabbit will run, and the wind takes a bird where it blows
We all traded lovers and woke up alone
And we clapped for the king, though our fingers were cold
And I still have a prayer, one that I cannot control

Once I saw mother, she acted surprised
When they caught me the captain, he cried like a child
´Cause a rabbit will run, and good dogs together go wild
We all live in grace at the end of the day
And we´ve armed all the children we thought we´d betrayed
And I still have a prayer, but too few occasions to pray

And judgment is just like a cup that we share
I´ll jump over the wall and wait for you there
Well past the weeds and our visions of things to come

And we´ve all found a reason for hiding the gun
And we´ve helped out a few if we´ve hurt anyone
And I still have a prayer and so be it, I´ve done what I´ve done
Last I saw mother, she blew me a kiss
When they caught me the cups caught the blood from my wrist
´Cause a rabbit will run, and a pig has to lay in it´s piss
We´ve all given half to the hand in our face
We´ve all taken a stone from the holiest place
And I still have a prayer, and I´ve furthered the world in my wake