As the sweat beaded around his brow Please God, let him pass by this door I'll be back in the reverend's den "What a bad boy you've been"
They marked him when he was young The leper, the liar, the fool I've been crying out wolf all my life
If the guilt wouldn't kill me first And I'd kill him if I could
And I know I can never go back there again I genuflect for a point of view
You can feed it to yourself You can feed it to yourself
The leper, the liar, the fool You can't make them do the things they say You genuflect for a point of view More from Slowdown Virginia