Lyrics

Glory to Godand all of His children.
I am among the holiest of them.
On Butter Hill

She made me feel that nothing else mattered.
I loved her breast her face and her laughter.
On Butter Hill

I must like to fall
because that is all
all that I do
for these local girls.
Lord can you help me
if I like to fall.

There lies my heart the one I surrendered.
It felt like gold until it all ended.
On Butter Hill

Truth is a light that I could not handle.
With my can of Hamms I started that ritual.
On Butter Hill

I must like to fall
because that is all
all that I do, fall after fall.
A beautiful lady
a labor to quench me
a God with His mercy
I must like to fall.

So glory to God
and all of His soldiers
wounded by girl
maimed in the suburbs.
On Butter Hill