I hope that the doctors in your town Can give you the pills that you crave I hope that they teach your mind how to behave And I hope that Jesus still saves I hope that Jesus still saves I know the doctors in my town And I know how much they get paid It takes convertibles to hear what I say But it takes heaven to hear me pray It takes heaven to hear me pray So when you wake up in the morning And you're too scared to go to school Don't tell them all that you're leaving And don't you play the fool 'cause baby you're no fool You're no fool You're no fool You're no fool I know that you won't let me touch you 'Cause I've got hands made of ice And they crack and dissolve when they feel something nice And they melt at a terrible price And they melt at a terrible price I know that you won't let me love you 'Cause you've got hair made of snow And if it fell off of my bed where could it possibly go 'Cept down to the river below Except down to the black river below So when you come home in the evening And you're too scared to go to bed Don't tell them all that you're staying And don't you say you're dead 'cause baby you're not dead You're not dead You're not dead You're not dead You're not dead... You're not dead... You're not dead... You're not dead... You're not dead... You're not dead... You're not dead... You're not dead...