Your Mother's Ghost lyrics

Oh, my son Heed these words My father never shared them with his own Take this bread Drink this wine Let the blood run down your throat and up your spine There's a ghost On my lips She gives me wisdom To guide your steps If I had been A godly man It could have spared your mother From my drunken hands And as we dig Her casket's bed Oh think upon my sins for which she paid There's a ghost Upon my lips She gives me wisdom To guide your steps Oh, my son Heed these words My father never shared them with his own