Some men walk on water,
And some run on wine,
I know that's what you've heard...
It's like that same ol' song,
That is never done,
And it's all repeats...
Though - you know there's nothing there... ( x2 )
You bring the Lord to shame,
In his finest hour,
And I don't have a doubt...
You know it won't take long,
'Till you go to sleep,
And then your nightmare begins...
Though - you know there's nothing there... ( x2 )
Well I damn you straight to hell...
You are worse than they all say that you are,
It's a lost case...
Well I damn you straight away...
What is done you can't just undo now,
And never again...
You're just as sick as him,
It's a goddamn shame,
And we all had hope...
Yeah I am the man,
That runs on casteroil,
That's why I never stop...
Though - you know there's nothing there... ( x2 )
Well I damn you straight to hell...
You are worse than they all say that you are,
It's a lost case...
Well I damn you straight away...
What is done you can't just undo now,
And never again...
