Ive got the rhythm not the beat that he taps
Raw to the bone where the nail now cracks
He's got his lips to my ear making deaf man hear
Ive got the nail in the palm of my hand
Worn down teeth cos the bread was sand
Lambless lover now laid
How the legless prayed
And he's singing in the choir
And he's dancing to the wind
Lying in the meadow
Kill me father i have sinned
Hands round the neck of this coward singing wreck
Love is the rhythm and love is the wreck
Ripple running rhythm rode into this crack
Ive got the rhythm not the beat that he taps
Raw to the bone where the nail now cracks
He's got his lips to my ear making deaf man hear
And i cry like a girl cos boys don't cry
Kill all the wise men and let this lion lover die
Im a prophet not a saint
Im a coward and a king
I cheat on hate lie with love
The devil taught me to sing
Hands round the neck of this coward singing wreck
Love is the rhythm and love is the wreck
Ripple running rhythm rode into this crack
(Peckham street preacher)
And he's singing in the choir
And he's dancing to the wind
Lying in the meadow
Kill me father i have sinned
Im a prophet not a saint
Im a coward and a king
I cheat on hate lie with love
The devil taught me to sing