The Walker

I picked up a doe from the side of the road

And she was gone

I made a pair of shoes from the skin on her back

And she lives on

I was digging for gold

Through the rubble of a Catholic church

I found a wine bottle in a cardboard box

That I had to sell

I found a blue bandana in a rusted out garbage can

While everybody thinking themselves to death

I just use my hands

I said, "Keep his little Jesus, and

He got his hand on his sacred heart"

But I can only fit the Holy Spirit in this shopping cart

Oh Lord, I'm not up to much

Oh Lord, I'm not up to much

Oh Lord, I'm not up to much

I'm just walking around

I've seen a million empty faces on their way to a living hell

I've seen 'em fall out of the DMV in a satanic spell

I never chose to sell my soul just to pay the bills

And I never had that kind of a job, and I never will

Oh Lord, I'm not up to much

Oh Lord, I'm not up to much

Oh Lord, I'm not up to much

I'm just walking around