How many time do I have to lie Before you believe me? And how many time do you have to beat me Before I learn how to play? And where are the authorities When you need somebody blown away And how many arrows do I have to suffer Before I'm a martyr? Is it true that you have to do good Before people will Pay for a look at your bones? You've got to be kidding me Does this mean that I'll never be a saint? With my pockets full of platitudes And my dusty crown of thorns Yeah it's used but barely worn And I have crawled broke and desperate Through the dumpsters of the Lord And once I was an ugly sea I wrestled in my sleep And hurled foul threats and curses At the sky I pounded on the stubborn shore Cause it can never be a symphony If nobody cries And how many bodies and how many boxes Before it's all over? And how many time do I have to cry Before they wash me away? Head I do: It's a comedy Tails I don't: And I see another day With my pockets full of platitudes And my dusty crown of thorns Yeah it's used but barely worn And I have crawled broke and desperate Through the dumpsters of the Lord Once I was a rusted ship Forsaken on the rocks A tangle of green ligament and bone I wrangled with the sullen sea For it can never be a tragedy If nobody dies Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com