You're like a messiah, pal
Little kingdoms in your chest
I
Used to be one of the rotten ones and
You come in, check my time
You've got fornication crimes
I've seen
Heard about your wife and kids where we slept
Felt their
All your kind, they're coming clean
They shut their eyes, their
Looks just like the sun, looks just like you
Looks just
All these people drinking lover's spit
They sit around and
Then when you let it
You asked for nothing
Why don't you