Lazarus

Poor man Lazarus, weak and disabled, He had to eat crumbs from the rich man's table dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame! Rich man Divies, he lived so well. And when he died, he went straight to hell. Dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame! Flames singe my eyes And I can't see no light Buried to the mouth Brimstone... Skylight... Keep 7 seas And all the luxuries No finger will lift you to my die! I long to chat... I long to see... I long to give prayers To my Everly king! Dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame!