oh mother mary, won't you tell someone?
just admit all the fucking you've done
you can't really believe i'm god's son?
a scared little girl above any sin
but it seems pretty clear that you let someone in
and i know it's not joseph, for i look nothing like him
being a bastard isn't so bad
i don't need to know my real dad
but i don't think you know what's in store for me
maybe you're crazy and believe what you've said
but how will you feel after i'm dead knowing you could have saved me?
i'll have no chance to grow quietly old
i'll have to answer for the story you told
i still can't believe they bought the line that you sold them
how much longer 'til they take me away
all for what you continue to say?
you got lucky and i have to pay for it
i'm no savior of man
i just want to hold nails in my hands
and work the wood in front of me
how much longer until
i have to build
the thing that they'll kill me with?
why did you lie?
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