Oh, the tears that you weep
For the poor tortured souls
Who fall at your feet
With their love begging bowlsAll the clerks and the tailors
The sharks and the sailors
All good at their trades
But they'll always be failuresAlms for the poor
For the wretched disciples
And the love that they swore
With their hearts on the BibleBeseeching the honor
To sit at your table
And feast on your holiness
As long as they're ableLove needs it's martyrs
Needs it's sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vicesLove will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all loversYour holding court
With your lips and your smile
Your body's a halo
Their minds are on trialSure as Adam is Eve
Sure as Jonah turned whaler
They're crooked love thieves
And you are their jailerLove needs it's martyrs
Needs it's sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vicesLove will be the death
Of my lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on
In the hearts of all othersLove will be the death
Of my lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on
In the hearts of all others