There's the crime of passion

and the crime of revenge

but the worst crime of all

is the crime of regret

speak of the devil

and the devil may speak of you

why can't we

let sleeping dogs die



Deep, it cuts deep

and the affectionate prose

and heaven only knows

what your words are worth

and the giving birth

to the giving ground of judgment

and by fact of reason you accuse of treason

and claim betrayal to the Holy Ghost

of the sacred past

that's fading fast and forever



You took my hand

and turned it over

why can't we let sleeping dogs die

no devil so dark

as the devil I know

there's no love lost

and no reason why



Talk, of faith you talk

but you were the one intent on stun

you took my glory and pride

sanctity defied

and you never knew

what the gods could bring

and by playing the game

of whose to blame

it gets harder all the t