They sink down deeper
While still dodging the creeper
Of the blue collar classic motif

Let it fall into the sea
With your perfect posture
Still a crooked spine

While the flume you protect starts to leak

Can't buy pride with good intentions


Whoa whoa
I fee l like I'm a saint

Whoa whoa
But I'm treated like a ghost


You starve for attention
But you've been biting the bullet for years
You betrayed my trust

To learn my secrets
And manifest my fears
The cause and effect

For the simple minded
It's pulled you in
The ugliness whose pocket book you've loaded


Can't buy luck with no religion


Drifting through life without a trace
Heaven won't take me


But Hell can't wait

You can't break this spell

You can save me
You can't right my wrongs
You can't part the sea

Heaven wasn't built to hold me

Whoa whoa

I feel like I'm a saint
Whoa whoa
But I'm living with a curse