Pure Clob Road - 16 Horsepower

are you weary my friends 
of my comin' 'round 
draggin' my chains 'cross your floor 
you once had a stained glass look in your eye 
well, not any more 
the train moves fast 
as i walk this track 
carryin' sin in my sack 
same in the front as it is in the rear 
he's taken our stripes on his back 
on down to here 
i cannot walk if you did not walk 
i cannot breathe if you did not breathe 
sin in my marrow 
well this road is so narrow 
no i cannot walk 
this road is pure clob 
on down to here 
i figured that i would fall 
ye well i left it all 
sin in my marrow 
ye well this road is so narrow 
i cannot walk 
my lord this road is pure clob