Golden Arms

When you left
And you went to work
Well I laid on your bed
And I sang and I said
That your arms
Whatever was wrong,
You'd sleep it off

And your sister
Well she paced around
And I paced with her
And we prayed together
That your arm
Whatever was wrong
You'd walk it off

And your doctor
When he called you in
Well I used all our soap
And I washed our knives and hoped
That your arm
Whatever was wrong
They'd cut it off

And if the size of your scar
Represents how safe you are
Then you are
Golden arms
Yeah, you are
Golden arms.