For the poor tortured souls
Who fall at your feet
With their love breaking bowls
All the clerks and the tailors
The sharks and the sailors
I'd give happy trails but
They'll always be failures
Alms for the poor
For the wretched desciples
And the love that they swore
With their hearts on the bible
Beseeching the honor
To sit at your table
And feast on your holiness
As long as they're able
Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others
Your holding gold
With your lips and your smile
Your body's a halo
Your minds are on trial
Sure as adam was eve
Sure as jonah to whaler
They're crooked love theives
And you are a jailor
Love needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all others
