Poem - Seven 'Lively' Sins текст песни

To a deck full of kings who are deaf or don't listen.
Good ol' Peter's got that list and you weren't sent an invitation
To that country-club concept you couldn't afford to buy in.
"So please collect your things,
Leave quietly:
Your idea of "Hell" is waiting,
'Cause when the collection plate
Was passed Sunday
You didn't make a donation."

But, I'd die for your sake
I'm a martyr, but not a saint.
Just sinning and smiling,
Love's my only faith.

Your price of salvation? Be a prideless samaritan.
Yet every houseless beggar you pass, you pretend you don't see him.
Hey, I'm not so divine, or "The Accuser of Brethren;"
I'm just a sidewalk song who gives into every temptation.
And when I die, eyes wide, grinning and high
We'll put the fun in "fun"eral:
An absent crucifix laughing betwixt
The careless and the careful.
Only one-hundred and forty-four thousand are chosen;
Read Revelation.
So, can you honestly profess to me
You deserve to be let in?

Still, I'd die for your sake.
I'm a martyr but not a saint.
Just sinning and smiling.
Love's my only faith.