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• Artiste: Poem
• Titre: Seven 'Lively' Sins
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I'm not the Messiah, but I'll preach passed the heavens, Cleanse the sick and the sad of their woe and regression. 'Cause all the hospital gowns kneel and pray for remission To a deck full of kings who are deaf or don't listen. Good ol' Peter's got that list and you weren't sent an invitation To that country-club concept you couldn't afford to buy in. "So please collect your things, Leave quietly: Your idea of "Hell" is waiting, 'Cause when the collection plate Was passed Sunday You didn't make a donation." But, I'd die for your sake I'm a martyr, but not a saint. Just sinning and smiling, Love's my only faith. Your price of salvation? Be a prideless samaritan. Yet every houseless beggar you pass, you pretend you don't see him. Hey, I'm not so divine, or "The Accuser of Brethren;" I'm just a sidewalk song who gives into every temptation. And when I die, eyes wide, grinning and high We'll put the fun in "fun"eral: An absent crucifix laughing betwixt The careless and the careful. Only one-hundred and forty-four thousand are chosen; Read Revelation. So, can you honestly profess to me You deserve to be let in? Still, I'd die for your sake. I'm a martyr but not a saint. Just sinning and smiling. Love's my only faith.