Rob Eaton Jr. - Electric Guitar, Vocals
John Ginty - Organ
Alex Johnson - Drums
Todd Smallie - Bass
MJW - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals

Lyrics

Three confessions in the rain
While the cats cry out ahead of the evening train
Is it wild or deranged
To be loving a whole lot of nothing again?

Well these lights got me reeling
In the black moon I believe in

But I got no soul and I got no mind
To be the suspicious kind
And the sun won’t take me
I got no choice
To be the one the devil employs

Is a victim what you proclaim?
Can you wash that hurt
From the cracks of your name?
Isn’t childish to blame
The poison ivy lining these veins
Nor the adamant creator of Cain

Well this old ditch where I’ve been breathing’s
Got enough dirt on me
I should be begging and pleading

But I got no soul and I got no mind
To be the suspicious kind
And the sun won’t take me
I got no choice
To be the one the devil employs