Gridlines

I tried to teach them, I pleaded with them They wouldn't listen to a goddamn word I said I tried to help them, I tried to warn them They wouldn't listen, lord and now their son is dead. See, I see gridlines, sometimes in straight lines. And there be danger where the gridlines meet... I see them glowing here on the surface They're running deep lord, deep within the dirt And the streams were crossing under his bed there And that was why lord, why their young boy hurt But hell, they put all their faith in Jesus But where's your Jesus when the devil does his worst? You want an answer, to heal his cancer? Then move his bed along closer to the wall. See, I see gridlines, sometimes in straight lines And he's sleeping right there, where the crosses fall But they say I'm crazy! They ALL think I'm crazy! "Ohh, you're just an old man who's clearly lost his mind!" But your son is dying! Oh goddamn, he's dying! And it's all because of the water in these lines! See, I see Gridlines, sometimes in straight lines And there be danger where the gridlines meet. I tried to warn them, but he died last autumn There goes another soul that I wish I could have saved I tried to help them, but they had to bury him. And don't get me started on where they've dug his grave...