Do you mean this horny creep Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesn't come This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who's longing for some rest And feeling numb
What do you expect of me What is it you want Whatever you've planned for me I'm not the only one
A vicious appetite Visits me each night And won't be satisfied Won;t be denied An unbearable pain A beating in my brain That leaves the mark of cain Right here inside
What am I supposed to do When everything that I've done Is leading me to conclude I'm not the one
Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Is there something you need from me Are you having your fun I never agreed to be Your holy one
Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Oh the tears that you weep For the poor tortured souls Who fall at your feet With their love begging bowls All the clerks and the tailors The sharks and the sailors All good at their trades But they'll always be failures
Alms for the poor For the wretched disciples And the love that they swore With their hearts on the Bible Beseeching the honour To sit at your table And feast on your holiness As long as they're able
Love needs its martyrs Needs its sacrifices They live for your beauty And pay for their vices Love will be the death of My lonely soul brothers But their spirit shall live on in The hearts of all lovers
You're holding court With your lips and your smile Your body's a halo Their minds are on trial Sure as Adam is Eve Sure as Jonah turned Whaler They're crooked love thieves And you are their jailor
Love needs its martyrs Needs its sacrifices They live for your beauty And pay for their vices Love will be the death of My lonely soul brothers But their spirit shall live on in The hearts of all lovers
