Crosses

Mmm Yeah, yeah, yeah You pick it up each mornin' When you get out of bed You carry it on your shoulders Let it inside your head Crosses, that's what they are Crosses, they'll leave a scar Some are made of wood and some are stone Crosses will rattle your bones You see them at the cemetery Standin' all in a row Our sisters and our brothers And some nobody knows Crosses, that's what they are Crosses, they'll leave a scar Some are made of wood and some are stone Crosses will rattle your bones Around your neck On a chain It shows your faith It shows your pain, oh, Lord, Lord, Lord Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Our hands are torn and bleedin' The sun has made us blind As we look for someone To carry yours and mine Crosses, that's what they are Crosses, they'll leave a scar Some are made of wood and some are stone Crosses will rattle your bones Crosses Crosses Crosses