How many time do I have to lie    Before you believe me?    And how many time do you have to beat me    Before I learn how to play?    And where are the authorities    When you need somebody blown away    And how many arrows do I have to suffer    Before I'm a martyr?    Is it true that you have to do good    Before people will    Pay for a look at your bones?    You've got to be kidding me    Does this mean that I'll never be a saint?       With my pockets full of platitudes    And my dusty crown of thorns    Yeah it's used but barely worn    And I have crawled broke and desperate    Through the dumpsters of the Lord       And once I was an ugly sea    I wrestled in my sleep    And hurled foul threats and curses    At the sky    I pounded on the stubborn shore    Cause it can never be a symphony    If nobody cries       And how many bodies and how many boxes    Before it's all over?    And how many time do I have to cry    Before they wash me away?    Head I do: It's a comedy    Tails I don't: And I see another day       With my pockets full of platitudes    And my dusty crown of thorns    Yeah it's used but barely worn    And I have crawled broke and desperate    Through the dumpsters of the Lord       Once I was a rusted ship    Forsaken on the rocks    A tangle of green ligament and bone    I wrangled with the sullen sea    For it can never be a tragedy    If nobody dies