There was a time when I thought like a child We judged little and we stopped at survival That's all we needed to crack the code of mama's bible But daddy's book was stained and stung like the barrel of a rifle Which left my ears ringin' nails bitten to the quick So I shed my sheath of skin against a devil's walkin stick I wanna trust you baby like I wanna read your lips But like the cream in my coffee always rises when it's thick They say that the Lord works in mysterious ways He's not the only one so a pregnant worry weighs In on a conversation about your younger days But the glass half-empty seems to pay better these days I met seven angels I wrote seven songs of praise And as my reign had ended only one remained The one replete with reasons for the roofbeams to be raised But I can't tell no lie with a plank in my eye And ice-water in my veins Don't tread on me Don't tread on you Don't tread on me Don't tread on you Don't tread on me Don't tread on you