Your supplications could supply cash enough To suck up even to the worst luck So if I'm longing for all the wrong things I shouldn't long linger on such Good-hearted Christians Whip out their weapons Push them against some sinner's side Well-wishing witches Were something with which To burn your sins and sticks alike You're conspicuous So I pick you up Gonna push you against these teeth So if you want me Get out and grapple The flavor of the eater is sweeter to the apple I was hoping we would open nothing of this sort Without warning we would join in And how the blood would pour Though you're Abel still unstable I would be your Cain No one takes your time No one but I No one takes your time No, no one but I