My first love was a carpenter
He built me a house
Bottles and smoke
The day I set to leave his side
I thought for sure I'd die alone
He reminded me of Jesus Christ
The calmness in his martyrdom
The endless empty of his cup
The smell of cedar in his clothes
I hope he'll find a saltine cracker girl
To get him good and clean
I hope he'll find it in his bleeding heart
To never think of me
His brother was an army man
Paranoia in his eye
Probably seen a million things
That make him wish he would just die
He Reminded me of Jesus Christ
Carrying a heavy load
His trigger finger pops a can
Of beer to forget what he knows
His is the only face
That I have ever swung at while I screamed
I hope he'll find it in his broken heart
To never think of me
My first love was a carpenter
He built me a house
Mire and mud
Empties on the headboard fall
Figurines cry
Tears of blood
He Reminded me of Jesus Christ
The quiet of his masochist
His friends adore him more than life
But they don't see the crucifix
I hope he'll find a saltine cracker girl
To get him good and clean
I hope he can find it in his bleeding heart
To never think of me
Don't ever think of me.
I hope he'll find a saltine cracker girl