And my heartbeat waits
for the words to say
Who do I love most:
the Son or the Ghost?
Whom do I respect?
One of them is dead.
No one loves me
like I love thee.
Twenty bucks an hour
buys me a shower.
Scrubbing off the filth,
then I take my pills.
Going to drink it off,
Brother, fill my cup.
No one loves me
like I love thee.
And my heart is without you now.