The night in my bed of dark The chain hanging on my throat If Jesus isn’t there What’s the cross that is his home?
He beat his drum Like he did at feasts I sang we danced on water There was quiet and we were full of peace
We howled truth like the first Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin When it gets cold we’ll take a moment And head for California
I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake
The wind was drunk There’s a cold wet sun I had to ask I’d loved so long
To hear you singing out A place I cannot touch Mixture of poison and treacle I walk towards you with a nervous smile
We howled truth like the first Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin When it gets cold we’ll take a moment And head for California
I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake
I’m not your only lover I’m not your favourite lover I’m not your candy girl And I’m not your sinner I’m not your only lover I’m not your favourite lover I’m not your candy girl
I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake I am the lord’s mistake