All the tears that you weep

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