Stripe

Father please forgive me
For I think I have sinned
I've set fire to the falsifiers
Wearing the skin
Of a righteous holy shepard
Who's just as blind and helpless
As the flock of whores and lepers
He persuades into keeping his pockets full

Give me all your money
And tell me your sins
Dip you in my water
You'll fit right in
So lift up your hands now
All creatures below
Bow your heads and sing
Praise the father, the son
In the definitive host

It's contagious, man I swear
There must be something in the water
I feel like I'm the only one left
And I'm a martyr
If you're thinking then it's treason
If you question it's a felony
The words are from God
But the devil has got the melody

Give me all your money
And tell me your sins
Dip you in my water
You'll fit right in
So lift up your hands now
All creatures below
Bow your heads and sing
Praise the father, the son
In the definitive host

Give me all your money
And tell me your sins
Dip you in my water
You'll fit right in

Give me all your money
And tell me your sins
Dip you in my water
You'll fit right in
So lift up your hands now
All creatures below
Bow your heads and sing
Praise the father, the son
In the definitive
Praise the father, the son
In the definitive host