Some men walk on water,
And some run on wine,
I know that's what you've heard…
It's like that same ol' song,
That is never done,
And it's all repeats…

Though – you know there's nothing there… ( x2 )

You bring the Lord to shame,
In his finest hour,
And I don't have a doubt…
You know it won't take long,
'Till you go to sleep,
And then your nightmare begins…

Though – you know there's nothing there… ( x2 )

Well I damn you straight to hell…
You are worse than they all say that you are,

It's a lost case…
Well I damn you straight away…
What is done you can't just undo now,
And never again…

You're just as sick as him,
It's a goddamn shame,
And we all had hope…
Yeah I am the man,
That runs on casteroil,
That's why I never stop…

Though – you know there's nothing there… ( x2 )

Well I damn you straight to hell…
You are worse than they all say that you are,
It's a lost case…
Well I damn you straight away…
What is done you can't just undo now,
And never again…