All you sad and lost apostles

Count the count of three go, now
Garbo ask the farmer's daughter

'Cos living well is the best revenge
Baby, I'm calling you on, oh
Unbelievable the gospel according to who
Choking on the bones you toss to them
Well I forgive but I don't forget
In a judgment crisis I see my anecdote fall out
'Cos living well is the best revenge
Hum my name and flair their nostrils

All you sad and lost apostles
Baby, I am calling you on that

I lay right down
You set me up like a lamb to slaughter
You work it out, let's hear that argument
So who's chasing me? Where did you go?

Choking on the bones you toss to them
Baby, I am calling you on that
Try turn your talking points on me
You say it with your dying breath
You weakened shell
And suddenly you wake up
I'm not one to sit and spin

Hum my name and flair their nostrils
Baby, I am calling you on that
Hum my name and flair their nostrils
The future's ours and you don't even read
You disappear mid sentence sinner

I'm not one to sit and spin
'Cos living well's the best revenge
(Baby, I'm calling you)
The footnote now
Baby, I am calling you on that

Well I'm not one to sit and spin
In a shaking panic, now
History will set me free
All you sad and lost apostles
Choking on the bones you toss to them