Your holding court
All the clerks and the tailors
Love needs it's martyrs
And you are their jailer
They live for your beauty
The sharks and the sailors
In the hearts of all others
Beseeching the honor
All good at their trades
Love needs it's martyrs
Love will be the death
Of my lonely soul brothers
Of my lonely soul brothers
Love will be the death of
As long as they're able
My lonely soul brothers
Alms for the poor
Needs it's sacrifices
And the love that they swore
Who fall at your feet
But their spirit shall live on
But they'll always be failures
With their love begging bowls
But their spirit shall live on in
They're crooked love thieves
The hearts of all lovers
With their hearts on the Bible
Love will be the death
But their spirit shall live on
Needs it's sacrifices
And pay for their vices
Their minds are on trial
Your body's a halo
Sure as Adam is Eve
For the wretched disciples
And feast on your holiness
And pay for their vices
To sit at your table
With your lips and your smile
Sure as Jonah turned Whaler
They live for your beauty
