You can't get it

I can't get enough to

last the week

what you hear and that

you understand are two different things

Barefoot poets heed

The mind's filthy dirty

Deeds holding tightly

To the faith in a serpent's grasp

Heal the heathens

What a miracle

Heal the heathens

Spilling the blood

of the faithful

Up and down or down and out

It's all the same

to need

I don't need the things

you need to get me

Out of my seat

I don't need the

crutch of faith

to comfort me

Heal the heathens

What a miracle

Heal the heathens

Spilling the blood

of the faithful

Barefoot poets heed

The mind's filthy dirty

Deeds holding tightly

To the faith in a serpent's grasp

Stand up and walk

Stand up and walk

Your lack of faith

Has made you well

I don't need a crutch

My lack of faith has made me well

Stand up and walk

Heal the heathens

What a miracle

Heal the heathens

Spilling the blood

of the faithful