johnny's cashin' all his chips tonight
boots for bare feet, drums for dead beats
johnny's dumping all his pills in the river
burlap for silk, honey for milk
oh to be chosen, oh to be the one
oh to be forgiven, oh to be home
mary's coolin' all her red fever
love for perfume, water for wounds
mary's holding all of her children
honor for shame, blessing for pain
won't You carry me
like You carried them?
won't You carry me?
[The Emporiums, "Carry Me"]