It’s those heathen *******
Who have life so nice and easy
They go and find their broken lovers
But all I find is love broken in pieces
So what makes my life so **** hard,
And theirs such a ******* breeze?
I work so hard to play my part
And they get ****** in blissful peace
I’ll never have a sinner’s heart
But sometimes I can’t swim these seas
Though their soul is falling apart
Sometimes my mind needs that release